I’m worried sick and can’t sleep. He’s probably okay, and only been gone at most a couple hours. It’s too late to go outside and call for him, although I tried a little bit. I’m trying to remember the last time I saw him. It was a few hours ago, just before we watched the latest Doctor Who. I took the trash out right afterwards, and I definitely haven’t seen him since then.

We got Hermia back when she got out that one time. And Sarah too. And cats are far more resourceful than goofy, innocent little ferrets. But I still feel like I’ve swallowed a mountain, and since I called in sick to work today I don’t know how I could possibly do so again tomorrow.

I can’t do much tonight. I should go to bed so I can get up early to look for him. But I just can’t sleep.