I swear to God. It seems in my life when thing are going great I get something thrown at me that really sucks.

I am in hell right now. My cat Bernadette just up and vanished. Seven years together and she just disappears. I am sick to my stomach over it. Not only is it cold outside, but she is declawed and without any kind of defenses.

Roger is at work now and having to deal with her missing while having to put up with all the BS they throw him there.

My mom and dad always had a cat or a dog when I was growing up, but they where always just pretty much there to me. I have never been attached to an animal like I was to her.

What's disturbing is that I looked on the window sill, where she usually perched, and there are little spots of blood. I also noticed she has been throwing up a few times more than just a hairball the last few weeks. Maybe she left to die, I don't know.

I love you Bernadette, wherever you are.