Why did you run away, little guy, little girl? You could have been with me now in my small house, safe and warm, with a loving future ahead.

Instead I fear you are dead, or severely frost bitten, and near death. How did you end up there in the park? Obviously someone dropped you there, and I hate them.

You sat in my lap as we drove to the Vet, and I petted you. You knew what human contact was like at some point in your life, you just couldn't trust me.

They say that you don't chose cats, they chose you. It was certainly true with Piper when she appeared at our sliding glass door onto the deck, and posed like a princess.

I have called for you every morning since, after feeding my ducks and geese. I will continue, but at some point, I must stop...