you see, late last night she somehow escaped whilst a housemate went in & out...
she's been entirely too curious and lingering about that door of late!
anywho, this morning Jonathan solemnly shared the news with me... and it's eaten at me since.

I went to nap away on their couch this early afternoon (I'm feeling awfully sickly) yet was constantly distracted at the thought that I might be able to find her &/or do something. So I finally decided that I could/should make some notes up, pass 'em around, get the word out [as my afternoon praying hadn't yet seen results.]

I'd "randomly" taken pictures of her during our random Valentine evening, saturday...

perhaps I'm merely too emotional at current... but the pure thought of jonathan losing frankie tore me apart. as I laid there in my illness, and delirium this afternoon, i sincerely contemplated how I might react, and what I would/could do were the fate far worse than expected... 'could I sacrifice, and offer up my precious pacey as comfort?'
'would he even accept the possibility of a replacement?'
needless to say, I'm super elated to know she's home, safe, and surely happy to be inside again!

now, if I could just remember to get food for my babies!