As soon as I get up, I know something is wrong. June is nowhere to be seen. When she doesn’t come for breakfast, I begin to worry. If she’s outside, she always comes running to the door as soon as she hears the food hit the dish. Unlike most cats, she comes when she’s called, so when she doesn’t appear to my repeated calls, my concern grows. When she misses both meals, I’m near panic. Everyone tells me not to worry, but in my heart, I feel sure that I’ll never see her again.