Cats are Unpredictable
I called his name, over and over, and (not to mention) over 100 times more. There was just no sign of him anyplace. You see, my cat Adrian left me to cry in misery two weeks ago... he just disappeared... like the way those street magicians say, "Abracadabra!" and then the person in the box vanishes... just like that. Every day, I used to fill his food out for him and refill his water and milk bowl hoping that he would come home in search of a good meal. To no avail though, did he ever come home. One thing bothered me about this whole situation though... scratch that... make it two. I had raised my little Adrian, a Bengal Cat mind you since he was one day old. I had nursed him to health after finding him on the street outside my Beverly Hill home. You wouldn't be surprised to see Taylor Swift or Katy Perry cruising down the main street every two days or so. Image courtesy- Pixabay The first thing that bothered me was how he had left... after all the love and time I spent