The Last of the Lost

Posted on May 1, 2007 in Cats

Mission Viejo squinted from beneath a silver hat at the sea as I rode shotgun back from dinner. I’d given up on Virginia. The days of imagining her mew, seeing her on the deck were over. We’d pasted our last posters on the other side of Santiago Canyon Road, redid a few that had come off in the wind. Talked to neighbors who’d seen the posters but not the cat. Chased down a few leads and saw nothing.

I shoved all of this out of my head as we wound our way through the condominium complex and into our garage. A neighbor who works as a vet tech unloaded sports equipment from her call. I talked to her about our lost baby. Then climbed the stairs to our loft….

No, this is not a story with a happy ending.

I’m left with trying to understand why, despite a dearth of moisture over the winter months, two of my cactuses sport crowns of red and pink flowers.

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