On a Lighter Note

If you look at this photo of the pretty Not Cat, you can see a large lozenge wrapped in clingfilm hanging from his collar.

It may look like a small lump of cannabis, but it’s not.

Let me explain.

A couple of weeks ago, on one of the hottest days of the year, Not Cat went missing at mother’s for five hours. Mother wasn’t too well, and it was a while before I realised he wasn’t in the flat.

Usually, he doesn’t stray far and rushes back to me with lots of miaowing when I call.

I searched for him around the garden. I became convinced he had been shut in a shed or garage.

I went round all the neighbouring cottages. People were kind and concerned, checking their sheds for me, but they hadn’t seen him.

I set myself a deadline by when I would leave. It got closer.

No Not Cat.

One of the residents assured me she would take care of him when he turned up. With no little ginger corpse in the road, and notes through all the doors of houses where no one had been at home, there was no reason to fear the worst.

But of course I did.

Five minutes to my deadline, and with a heavy heart I started on my goodbyes to Mother. a carer came in and promised to look out for him. She went out into the garden and called him. Nothing.

I picked up my bag and took a last look at the garden door. And there he was. Yawning, looking rather sleepy and relaxed.

While I’d been going through seven stages of hell, the little blighter had been asleep in one of the many shrubs around the scheme.

He yelled as I put him in his box. He yelled more on the drive home.

I turned a deaf ear to him.

Two can play at that game.

So now he has a Loc8tor on his collar.

And yes, dear reader, it works.

The clingfilm and sellotape is to keep it dry, as when wet it is likely to stop working.

I now know his favourite shrub, and I found him when he took himself into next door’s garden.

Money well spent.

This weekend I went round all the cottages again delivering notes to say I’d found him.

Mother has lovely neighbours. Doors opened and people came out to say how much they’d been worrying about him and how glad they were I had him back.

Dark clouds do have silver linings.

It’s a good time for me to remember that.

10 thoughts on “On a Lighter Note

  1. Aren’t they monsters when they don’t respond to you calling???

    Yesterday Mackenzie looked at me from the side of the field when I was calling him to come in, then turned around and continued his perambulation till he wanted to come in! And Bertha was outside for 8 hours when I was out yesterday – she was out when I left and still out when I came back (the cat flap was set to ‘in only’).

    Not Cat is so ridiculously pretty 😀

    • Cat used to stay outside as much as possible in the summer. I’d tell him he used the flat as a hotel. He just came in for a cuddle, some grooming and meals.

      Still, they enjoy it, and our summers are all too brief.

      Not Cat is nowhere near that level of independence here. All his time in the garden is still chaperoned.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.