Sorry, gang, my heart's not in it this year.
Neko went missing last Thursday night when we had torrential rains. I knew something was wrong. I had the most awful sense of foreboding which I tried to pass off as overreacting on my part. I made up flyers yesterday and went all over the neighborhood dropping them into mailboxes and calling for Neko. Later in the afternoon, my neighbor from across the street came over and said she thought she had found him. She led us to an overgrown part of her yard and there he was. I think he was hit by a car during the storm and made it to the bushes where he died.
Neko was a slightly grumpy and very independent 6-toed Siamese mix with the most obnoxious yowl. He didn't like to be picked up and he tolerated petting only on his terms, usually on a full stomach. He enjoyed taunting the dog in various ways but would nuzzle him fondly as well. Neko particularly enjoyed sunning himself by the neighbor's pool and trying to catch the frogs in his pond. We're a pretty noise bunch around here, but Neko was the loudest of all.
Happy hunting, my friend. It's too quiet here without you.