And then there was one

As the weather gets warmer, we see Didier less and less and less. He seems to be content making his own way in the world, robbing toddlers for catfood money and charming our dumb neighbors with his European wiles. He drops in about once a week, spends five minutes freaking out in the kitchen and makes a beeline for the wild.

So Frenchie is already kind of a write-off, much to Joanna's chagrin. She misses having the old bastard around, and I can relate. I used to have an ill-tempered little demon myself, unable to get along with visitors, yet loved by me. Now Joanna doesn't even get to see her angry little man, and that is triste, as they say in the French.

Now Mister Lady is gone too. Tuesday night, she snuck out my window while I slept. And of the three cats, she is the least ready to contend with the cold, hard world outside. When Grayskull got loose last year, she went to a party, made new friends, and basically had a grand old time on the town.

Mister Lady is lacking in those basic survival skills, she seems to get confused about simple things like "dinner" or "walking." I can picture her hiding in a dumpster for days because she saw a butterfly.

We've gone through all the requisite steps, Craiglist, animal control and fliers all over the neighborhood. Side note- I have no idea how to effectively put up fliers. I place them in weird, hard-to-see spots and I blow my flier load within five minutes. To make myself feel better last night, I thought of worse places I could've posted them- small children, half-eaten lunches, inside trash cans, etc.

I won't be an alarmist like my mother, who told me last night it's pretty certain ML is dead. Yet, I can't help but wonder how long our little shaver can make it in the wilds of Somerville. Keep your fingers crossed.

UPDATE: I got an early morning call from a neighbor who spied what he thinks was Mister Lady. My first thought was, "It's probably just a skunk," but I was also looking for reasons to stay in bed.