A week

It’s not been the best of weeks. Loki, my dearest companion, my adorable trickster cat that I’ve had for about twelve years and who has seen me through so many life events, is missing. After years of trying, she managed to escape our house this past Friday. Usually, we catch her before she makes it more than a few steps out our front door because she has a habit of proclaiming her victory quite loudly. Unfortunately, she neglected to do that this time and I didn’t notice her absence until the next morning when she wasn’t present for our morning ritual of meows and pets.

I’ve done all the things I can do and that are recommended on pet FBI and various other lost pet places. I’m also pretty sure someone tried to scam me earlier today by sending a photo of a cat that looks very similar to Loki. I could be wrong. I hope I am. We’ll see in the coming days.

Her absence plus a couple of other things in my personal life means I haven’t really been able to concentrate on writing. That’s a different type of frustrating since last week was one of the best writing weeks I’d had in probably about three years. After multiple false starts and rabbit holes, the book was finally starting to take shape. I was even liking what I was writing. Now I’m staring at my words wondering where I was going after the current scene.

I still like it. Just feeling a little lost right now. At least that’s what I hope this feeling is. Maybe a nice cup of silver needle tea brewed in my new tea pot will help me find perspective. Or give me something to hold while I stare morosely out the window wondering how Ms. Kitty managed to slip by me. I hope your week so far is better than mine.