Tiny ran away from home

Few nights ago, Tiny had ran away from home. I only realized during bedtime that he was gone. I went out with torch light to search for him but in vain. That night I cried myself to sleep. The memory of Tiny following me around joyfully and pecked on my nose when I knelt down after return from work was vivid. I was afraid that it could be the last time. It was a restless night. Whenever I closed my eyes, I had visions of Tiny ambushed somewhere. I woke up several times staring out of the window, thought he might be hanging out with some stray cats nearby. The possibility of Tiny being ran over by a car like what had happened to Donut troubled me.

Fortunately he returned the next morning. Just before I left house to work. I gave him food as usual. Somehow I felt something wrong with him. He seems to be less affectionate towards me after he returned.

Not dead, just crashing zzZ