Harry

It's been a week since my cat Harry disappeared. A long, sad week. He just mysteriously vanished- he hates the cold, so he never goes out in winter.

He is the biggest, sweetest, most beautiful cat I've ever had. I'll never have another one like him.

 We're on our fourth snow storm in a week. It's been frigid out. I'm trying not to give up hope, but as each day goes by, I'm beginning to.

But you never know with cats.