6-29-14

I'm living in a house that's structure isn't too solid---it's walls shake and rattle when doors or opened and closed and the ceiling leaks when it rains.
For some unknown reason we (my family and me) are forced to move into this place with several other families. Some of them have pets. The home we are forced to leave resembles our old home in Navy housing back in the 1970's.

Now we are in our new house and our cat Wiley (who died in 2012) was left behind. He was outside when we left and couldn't find him. In this new house, there is a limit for pets and we are already over the limit but I still want to find Wiley and bring him to our new home.

It begins to rain heavy and the wind is picking up. The roof is leaking, pouring in fact, but I don't let that stop me. I slip and fall as I go to get my raincoat and put on dry socks because the floor is wet. I argue with my mother---"I'm going to find Wiley and bring him home" as I put on my raincoat.