Well, she's gone - we're certain at this point. It's exactly one week at 4:00 am tomorrow (Friday) morning since we saw our dear one-year old kitten. She was a fun-loving, unique, one-of-a-kind kitty that you come by maybe once or twice in lifetime. I'm writing about her because it was suggested it may help me get over her. Of course I'm crying as I type this. She sat on my shoulder and slept while I sat on my bike trainer; she got up on the roof of the house and was just having a blast running around near the peak of the house and wouldn't dare come down and stop the fun; she ate green beans; she would come running like a dog when I yelled, "here MoMo pussy... come on! clap..clap...clap;" she sat on top of the compost pile playing as I turned the piles nearby; she's lay on my lap and sleep; she'd lay between my legs in bed; she'd jump like a dog when she saw me coming with her food; she jumped on the sink (don't tell hubby, but I'd let her sit there too). I miss her terribly. I have 3 other cats, but none come close to MoMo's personality. There's no closure to what happened to her. She never left the property, so we ruled out her visiting neighbors or getting hit by a car (although I DID check the neighboring fields and roads). The only possibility is mother nature was doing her thing. She was a small, skinny kitty. A hawk or owl could have got her, or a coyote -- all of which we have around here - and she spent a good bit of time exploring. Whatever it was, I'll truly miss you MoMo. Oh, and if you're wondering if I'll get another? No way. I can't bear the pain of losing pets.