Good morning, and not bad. We found Jake this morning. He was stuck in the Carters’ yard, next door on the east side. He must have gotten under their fence yesterday and forgot how to get out. Dumbazz.
He doesn’t seem injured, but we’ll see.
My goodness. That must have been disconcerting for Jake to go missing. Maybe he’s suffering the kitteh equivalent of senility. I hope he’s OK.
Poor Jake! I hope he’s OK.