I Miss Her

One month ago we lost a cat on our cross-country RV trip. Her name was Misia, and she’s a beautiful tortoiseshell female, and part Maine Coon. She escaped at night through a hatch in our RV door that someone carelessly left open, but despite our best efforts to search for her, we failed.

We contacted a local animal shelter to give them her information, and we printed a missing poster for the campground. On our way back home, we stopped at the same campground to look for her again, but there was still no sign of her.

I cried a lot that first night, and I’m tearing up right now writing this post. I miss her so much. She was a joyous bundle of fur, always rubbing against my legs for attention, and sleeping with me at night. Every day we pray that she is found safe and sound.

But yesternight my mom recieved a call from the campground that one of the staff spotted her roaming near some dumpsters. They didn’t get a photo, but they seemed confident it was her.

So this morning my mom and I woke up at 4 in the morning and drove for 14 hours all the way to the campground to find her. We set up an animal trap in the area she was spotted in hopes that we catch her overnight.

I hope that when I wake up tomorrow, she will be back in my arms, and I can share the good news.

I miss her so much.