If I just lost Alison's cat on the day she went to Australia to de-stress, I am going to slam my face into a wall repeatedly and never fucking forgive myself, fuck.
Chances are he's off doing his catty thing, but he doesn't usually stay away from the deck for very long. He comes back and whines and I couldn't sleep all night because I parked myself on the sanity mattress in the living room just in case he knocked the metal thing beside the door to come in. I have appointments and class today, I can't be flipping out about the ginger, but behold, that is what I am doing.
I hope he's okay :( And I am so not letting him outside until Alison comes home when he comes back, for fucking serious.
EDIT: He's back! Alison's dad accidentally locked him in the garage when he went out for take-aways last night. Helios now looks like he's afraid of everything in the world. Apparently the garage door opening gave him a fright. But he's home and safe and really freaking dirty and cobwebby and I hope he didn't take a scared-crap on any of Woot's things... Unless he was in the other garage. I am not sure. Either way, I can breathe again. It's nice.