Where art thou?

For those who know me well, know that I love my animals and I love my Bibi. It's almost scary how obsessed I am with him. Bibi sleeps right beside me every night. In fact, sometimes I feel like that scene in Uncle Buck with all of the kids in the bed with him. Just a corner of the sheet. Anyway, Friday night, Bibi ran out the front door. He has yet to return.

I am a very "Ignorance is Bliss" type person. If I don't talk about it, it doesn't happen. If I don't think about it, it doesn't happen. Sometimes that's a good attitude, sometimes it isn't. I just know that in this case, it's best for my sanity. If I really thought about him not being here, I would be in tears. I'm already not sleeping well because of it, but I'm blaming it on other things. Yesterday, I drove around the complex looking for him. I think in a few hours, when it's cooled off, I'm going to go on a walk & look for him. Until then, I'll see what's on television.