Missing Missy

My cat is missing.

We started putting Jaffe (a 2-year-old Siamese) in a cage every night ever since Seven gave birth to Syd, to prevent him from impregnating her and risk opening her surgical cut. Since male cats are eternally in estrus, Jaffe would meow and growl like there's no tomorrow. We found out recently that he shuts up when we place him outside where he can watch insects and birds for his amusement.

This morning before I left for work, I asked our trusty helper to let him out of the cage and into the house. Hours later, I got a text from my sister saying that the cat was gone. He managed to destroy the screen and now he's nowhere to be found. We're hoping he'll come back when he gets hungry, but I can't shake off the feeling that he's injured or something since he can be very aggressive towards other cats (except for Seven and Syd).

I really hope he's okay. He better be. He's a cat, for crying out loud.

And if you're wondering what's with the title, click and read. :)