Not Good

My cat has pulled a Houdini. He is not an outside cat, but he is gone. I was transporting him from my car to my house when there was a ruckus that consisted of my dog jumping into the car seat while the baby was still in it. I rushed over to take care of that situation and by the time I had hauled the dog into the house, I realized that the cat was gone. He still has his claws. He has no collar. He has no micro-chip. I live on a busy street and am scared to death.

Perhaps I should be grateful that I'm at the point in my life where I have the energy to worry about something besides my child. That is a luxury that I didn't always posses. Still. . . I want my Max.