Molly searches for Gladys

Missing my Gladys.

Please help me. My master Gladys Tripalong rescued me after I had birthed twelve babies (not all at once). The day we met, I was dragging my sorry ass across the shelter whimpering for someone, anyone, to take me home. And of course she did. Gladys has been missing for several weeks.  I think someone took her. I need to rescue her and bring her home. I can’t survive without her.

She'd never abandon me…she must have been kidnapped. She has been known to hang around with the wrong kind (if you know what I mean). I’ve checked with the dogs and cats in the neighborhood…but no luck.  You can reach me via Gladys Is Missing Poster. Or you could try:  www.haveyouseenGladys.blogspot.com.

And the Search Goes on!

In their continuing search to find their missing sister, Carol and Ev read Gladys’ Private Journal. “GYPSY TRAILS, by Gladys Tripalong.” She wriggles into a comfortable position, and adjusts her reading glasses. “The day I was kidnapped, I was working my routine paper route.”
“She never had a paper rou…,” Carol interrupts as she glances at a framed two-year-old photo of her and Gladys.   “Never mind…read on.”
“Life with the gypsies was paradise; I didn’t have to go to school.  My new family changed my name to Luludja, which means flower of life. Everyone loved me and spoiled me. “My adoptive Mom, Esmeralda, was a descendant of the Ancient Egyptians.  She told me that way back when…the gypsies were an enslaved race, living in Romania. They were highly respected.”