Life in Halifax has been good, but I've hit a rough patch this week. First I had a nasty run-in with a big bully and now my kitty, Kahlua, is missing back home. I've been trying for a long time to mentally prepare myself to hear bad news about Socks just because he's such an elderly guy, but I'm not prepared at all for something to happen to energetic little Kahlua. Not knowing where she is and not being able to be at home doing something about it completely and totally stinks.