I haven't seen Chicago for around 10 days now.

No, not Chicago the band but Chicago the friendly black cat with white forepaws which make him look as though he's wearing socks from downstairs my block.

(Geddit? Chicago White Sox? The baseball team? Whatever.)

I miss him. He's always goes crazy whenever he sees me. He'd jump out of wherever he happens to be and run to me like he's not seen me for 836859 years or something and then twirl, hop, skip and lightly head butt me to encourage me to stroke or pat him.

He's like a dog actually. Very responsive cat. Not the lazy sleep for 23 hours a day type. If I could have any cat, I'd like to have him. But I know he wouldn't like being cooped up in the pigeon hole I live in. Hell I can't stand being in my own pigeon hole myself!

His speciality is to annoy other cats. I don't know what he'd done, but I've seen him being chased around by other cats (one or a few) all over the country more than a few times. He must have done something to irritate them. He reminds me of me, ah ha ha.

Anyway, this is the reason why I'm feeling afraid to the point of being paranoid. Could he have finally been caught by the other cat or cats and beaten to death? Is he lying injured somewhere? Has he been eaten by a dog?

Or kidnapped?

Chicago hates lifts. A few times he's followed me into the lift while I was on the way up to go home but as soon as the door was closing, he'd swiftly slip out. Then he'd turn around, and look at me with his sad eyes through the windows. He still wants to play with me.

I feel sad too whenever that happens because as much as I wanna to stick around and play with my favourite cat, I have things to do at home.

Now I miss him sooo much. If I see him again, I'd stick around longer. I promise myself that. I promise God that. I just wanna see him again to know that he's still safe and sound and that he'd really just been chilling out someplace for a while.