In the process of the movers moving stuff around, we apparently lost Tony. Tony is the cute almost one year old kitty who licked my eyelid to wake me up this morning.
I hope to God he's okay: He has never wandered very far before. I worry that he's not: We live by two relatively busy streets, and we've lost two cats to traffic in that house already.
Keep him, and the Commune, in your thoughts as we move into the Commune 2.0, in Cambridge, MA this weekend.
