She spent the morning printing off missing-cat posters. Using one of the few photos she had—a snapshot of Orion on the windowsill—she added a brief description: “Gray Cat, Blue-Green Eyes, Answers to Orion. If Found, Please Call.” She slipped them into plastic sleeves to protect them from the weather, her hands shaking with each print.
It felt surreal, plastering Orion’s face on telephone poles and bus-stop shelters. She ventured into the local diner, the bakery, and even the small library, politely asking permission to tape a missing-cat flyer to their doors. “He’s very friendly,” she told them, trying to steady her wavering voice. “Please let me know if you see him.”