The cat has yet to be found. He has been missing since at least Monday evening, if not earlier. I know that he’s not here, at least. There’s no place for him to be hiding and, well, I’d be smelling his remains by this point.It looks like he got out the window. I cannot 100% account for the locked bedroom door but I no longer believe that someone was in my apartment. The house I live in is literally almost a hundred years old, the windows are ancient. It looks like there was a loose pane that he managed to push out. I am really worried about him. I’ve spent the majority of the day looking for him. At the very least, I’ve not found any kitty goo on the side of the road anywhere. Someone called my cell a few days ago and said that they saw him around the heritage museum about a quarter of a mile away but they only left their name, no number. They are not listed in the phone book, so I have no way of getting in touch with them.It’s been five days now, he could be anywhere. I wish I’d put his collar back on him before he got out. It came off a couple of weeks ago, I didn’t bother putting it back on as the bell bothers me (imagine how much it must bother him…) and I know he finds it uncomfortable. If I had it to do all over again… :-/I so miss the little guy. 🙁 🙁 🙁http://www.flickr.com/photos/kilby/sets/72157594241344012/