I was already thoroughly pi**ed off about my older sister from a phone conversation from last night... I just want to shake some sense into her. If you know me well, I don't get teed off very often. I was in a very bad mood about that when we got to work today (I had a nightmare as well about the situation which set me on edge) - and then I heard about Radar.
I was a wreck for about an hour after we arrived.
He was such a bright, sweet little soul. From the very beginning, (when we still thought he was a girl) he was the diplomat of all of the kittens, telling the others which humans and dogs were good with kittens and to come out of their hiding places. He got along with every other animal on the farm here - even our girls were beginning to accept him as a welcome playmate. He crawled into my lap in the office at every chance and purred himself to sleep with his feet in the air. He never let me go by the porch (where their food dishes were) without a conversation about 'come play with me - I'm cute!' When he ran, it seemed like he pounced continuously instead of really running.
He seemed completely normal on Saturday night (when we got back from Memphis), but then this morning - he's gone.