Peter has been lost for a day and a night...possibly eaten or run over and it's raining. I can't stop thinking about his little grey body and crying. I've done the dish thing, the kittykittykitty thing, the flashlight thing, the running frantically through the neighborhood thing. My poor naive kitty is not made for this. I wish I had been firmer when I told Andrea that I had done research about it and it wasn't a good idea to "train" my cats to go outside. Why did I let her experiment with my precious animal. How can I get over blaming her for this -I work AND live with her.