Stupid Whiskers ran away. He must have slipped out sometime Friday night and we didn't realize that he was missing until Saturday morning. I still can't believe that he had the guts to move off the front step. Alek insists that we look up and down every street that we drive down. Hopefully that won't keep up for the next 15 years or so. We've been busy thinking up possible scenarios that could be keeping him away. Alek has decided that the police saw Whiskers and saw his natural talents (which Lev and I didn't know that he possessed) and good looks and decided to make him a police cat. Whatever makes him feel better I guess.
I kind of miss the annoying thing. Don't tell anyone that I said that because I'll deny it.