I can’t seem to find happy news anywhere. The economy is still in trouble.
An airplane carrying 228 people disappeared over the Atlantic Ocean a few nights ago, apparently due to flying into a “towering wall of thunderstorms”!!
Obama is over in the Middle East. That in itself is a bit frightening, but then he goes on to say that America is one of the largest Muslim countries in the world, right on the heels of his comment that we are not a Christian nation, and bowing to the king of Saudi Arabia? (Make no mistake: if the rest of the world thought ill of us because of Bush, Obama’s spineless groveling is surely not garnering any respect, either!)
That “late-term abortionist” Dr. Tiller was shot and killed on Sunday, so one nutjob has made everyone else in the pro-life movement look bad. The fact of the matter is, we support and honor all life, even the life of scum-sucking maggots like Tiller. We are not relativists, like the pro-choice camp.
And probably the worse news of all, at least to me, is that two of our cats have gone missing. Kendall’s amazing cat, Colonel Mustard and Faith’s cat, the coolest cat that ever lived, Bandit. Nobody has seen Bandit since Monday, and Mustard has been gone since sometime Tuesday. This is really, really weird for both of them. We have, of course, heard lots of stories about cats who disappear for days, weeks, or even months at a time, and then miraculously come home. I am praying that that will be the case here. But my heart is so heavy, and I am so sad for my little girl, who is absolutely devastated.
A few months ago, Faith wrote the most delightful children’s story, complete with illustrations that she drew and colored herself, based on Bandit. It’s called Trouble in Space. Bandit inspired her in so many ways, and he has kept the rest of us totally entertained by his adorable antics. He just HAS to come home!
She has never had good luck with pets. When she was about three years old, her cat, Daisy, was shot and killed by our druggie neighbors, probably for “sport”. Then, when she was seven, her little black dog, Angus, was killed by a hit-and-run driver right in front of our house, while Faith and Alex stood at the side of the road, screaming. Then, in October 2007, her cat, Hermione, disappeared. So, when she got Bandit from the pet store as a tiny kitten, she swore she’d never let him out of the house. Eventually, though, it became apparent that he desperately wanted to go outside, and so she gave in, because she loved him so much. And now he’s gone.
She cried herself to sleep last night. I woke up every two hours, hoping and praying that he’d be waiting on the front porch this morning. But no. And now, Mustard is gone, too. He is much older, and we had recently been concerned about his health, but we are not in any way ready to say goodbye to him. It’s going to be really dark around here for a few days, at least.