Well, tomorrow is one week since I've seen my Mario. At 8 years old, he was an indoor/outdoor kitty unless it was below freezing then he just stayed in on his own accord. He never went farther than a holler and like a dog, would come running to his name. We have searched and searched. My biggest fear was that he had gotten in some where and couldn't get out. He was always an extremely curious boy. He'd climb into the car or any other open door to check it out. The not knowing is killing me. I have these visions of him suffering somewhere. Mario was a perfect boy...he adopted Shiloh and would groom him like a daddy. I miss him so much...
