Sad weekend

My poor, sweet kitty disappeared on Friday. I am sure it was the fox. I have heard it lurking about lately. I need to do something to better ensure I don't lose kitties. Living on the open space has its downfalls. Sigh. Also, my grandpa died. We have not been close for a long time, but he was the perfect grandpa growing up. We spent hours wandering around his little farm, hanging out in the garden, shooting rifles, and playing pool in the dusty basement and scrabble in the living room. I remember picnics with my grandpa and step-grandma, Greta, out in the fields of his house, by the stream. And, best of all, I remember him telling me stories about the elves that lived on the moss-covered hillside behind his house. He was a really grant grandpa. I wish my kitty was here to comfort me as I mourn the loss of my grandpa.