Naptime with three kitties

Jim had taken this photo in in September and I was going to post it this week. It breaks my heart to even look at it--Tucker is faceplanting into my hand.

No news about Tucker. We spent an hour last night with flashlights, looking under every bush, shrub, piece of wood, porch, etc. that we could find in the neighborhood. We have contacted almost every house on the block, and others beyond.

The shelter opens at noon today, so I'll be there when it opens to look at the strays. Then I have to work at a train show this afternoon.

I appreciate your prayers and good thoughts. The house seems so empty without my Tucker boy.

p.s. I am trying to keep up with visiting and commenting your blogs, but it is difficult. I am doing my best.