I just got home from the hospital. Cardiac cath because I've been having angina daily for a week and a half. Heart is fine - which is a good thing. I need to have a full GI workup, even though I have been on medications for GERD for a couple years now. However, the nurses and doctor think that more than likely it's stress causing spasms (coronary artery spasms or something...I don't remember exactly). Great. I get home, I'm tired from the Versed, my leg is sore from the cath, I have 2 very large bruises on my abdomen from the blood thinner since I don't do well with Heparin. You get the idea. Anyway, I get home and difficult child meets me at the door with major attitude. I had asked easy child to do 2 very simple things for me last night that he didn't do. And then difficult child tells me that Isa - my one year old tortie (cat) - is gone. Somehow she got out. Probably because nobody can bother to pay attention. She's never been outside and we've had heavy rain and severe thunderstorms all yesterday and today. I can't stand it. I really can't. And if we don't find Isa, I'm going to be heartbroken. I need ink for the printer and then I'm going to print out some flyers and put them up. Please keep good thoughts for my little girl kitty. She is such a sweetheart and I really love her. There is a black and white cat in my neighborhood who picks fights - he's the one Hydro always ends up fighting with - and he's at least twice Isa's size. She's such a petite thing. She sleeps under the covers with me. When she gets too hot, she crawls out and sleeps in the crook of my knees. She's my baby girl. Her sister, Chloe, will miss her so much. They are very close.