october 19, 2000. I have now been married for two months. Yet I'm still not done the wedding entries. B'oh. Today has been craptacular so far. We're getting the edges of a hurricane. Cold windy pouring rain greeted me when I woke up this morning - rain and guilt. For you see, I let Ceilidh out to roam at about 10 p.m. last night, and I have not seen her since. She is out somewhere in the wet Nova Scotia day, having not eaten in 14 hours. I can almost guarantee that she hasn't caught anything for her own consumption, but privation might produce wonderful changes in ability. I certainly hope so…the idea that she's cold & wet & scared & hungry is tying me up in knots. But what can I do? I can't stay home; I have class and work today. I can only hope that she'll find a bolt-hole for the next 4 hours and that when I come home, there'll be an angry cat waiting for me. Because the idea of telling the Boy that his cat is gone is insupportable. It's just not gonna happen. Unexpected, 1: I left the house yesterday, mumbling to myself as usual. A man standing by the side of the road heard me, looked up, then away. Brought to my attention, I took another look. Olive clothes, bright orange vest, and a camouflaged case that looked awfully gun-like. Welcome to the country little girl. Be sure not to trip over the carcasses on your way to a liberal education. later: She's okay! I came home to find her inside, thanks to a short conversation I had with Al on the way out this morning (Al is part of the building staff here, and he lives below us. I've never met a friendlier man in my life.) I was so happy to see my angry cat that I opened up a can of tuna, dishing out the salty fish water as an apology even she can understand.