My kitty is missing.

Munsky, my grey tom, hasn't been seen since Saturday night/Sunday morning. At first I thought he was just punishing me for having overnight guests in the living room, but by yesterday I realized he was really and truly gone.

How, I have no idea. Maybe he was swept up in the rush of people leaving Sunday. Maybe a door was left ajar and he worked up the guts to explore, only to find himself shut out later.

We haven't heard any crying or door scratching.

I checked the garage and asked one of our neighbors if he'd seen him. I've also called the shelters.

I'm rather calm about this. Yes, it's upsetting, but at the same time there's this realization that it could just be That Time. Time for Munsky and me to move apart. I still have my love slut Mist, which is a comfort.