Mojo has been missing at Harstine Island since Saturday night. He was rolling on Helen’s freshly grown catnip late that night, and that’s the last we’ve seen of him. He missed the bus home, but it wasn’t too big of a deal since John was heading back down again this morning.
I was just sick to receive a text message from John this afternoon that there was STILL no sign of Mojo. And then to talk to him on the phone tonight – nada.
We are very worried. No, we haven’t heard coyotes, but we do know they lurk.
If any cat could survive any kind of threat like that, it would be Mojo. He’s so savvy and so smart.
Come home, Big Boy.
Please.
