Last night my girlfriend called me at 8:00 asking me to help her locate our wayward foster kitten, Tip-Toe.

Tip-Toe’s sister Tic-Tac passed away a week prior, so she had been an only kitten for the last week. Tic-Tac had some variation of fading kitten syndrome. Our nine year old was devastated by this news as she spends copious amounts of time with the foster kitties.

So Tip Toe had been taken to work with mom who runs a veterinary hospital for a ringworm test because her skin was not looking so great. This is pretty routine as the foster kitties, especially when they are tiny, usually go with mom to work so they can be bottle fed.

So I get the call around 8:00 p.m that Tip-Toe is missing. I pack up my step-son and we make the twenty-minute journey to the veterinary hospital.

We looked high, we looked low, behind medical devices, outside in the bushes, in the adjacent pet store…no Tip Toe. Everything is closing down as it is around 9:00 p.m. so we open some cat food and leave it out, just in case Tip-Toe is still around.

After a very emotionally draining night, my girlfriend gets the call at 8:00 A.M that Tip-Toe is meowing for breakfast and doing just fine at the veterinary hospital. All is well and now I will take my girlfriend to lunch to celebrate!

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