the face on the milk carton

Luna has been missing since Thursday. I'm not quite sure what to do at this point. I have walked around my apartment building yelling her name, looking into bushes (I'm sure my neighbors at this point think I'm a peeping tom), and shaking her food bowl. She usually comes when I shake her food bowl., so I don't know what to do. Here are the possibilities of where Luna is:

1. She is on a grand adventure killing birds, and enjoying being outside.
2. She froze to death like a cat popsicle since it has been freezing here the past few nights.
3. She was killed and/or eaten by one of the animals living in the Greenbelt which is behind my complex
4. She is over me, and found a new home to live in.

Either way, I'm sad, lonely, and worried about her. I would ask everyone who reads to be on the lookout, but the only people that read this don't live in Austin. When I got back from my long run this morning I thought I saw her in the bushes and I got so excited and sat down and said, "Luna! Come here!" The cat walked over, and it was a fat, ugly cat. I turned my nose up at it and walked away. It was a really mean trick. In case you forgot what my lovely Luna looks like, here she is.

I guess my afternoon will now consist of making and hanging fliers around my complex. Come home Luna!