Not Cat went out first thing, and disappeared. I searched for him, armed with a length of string, a box of treats and my jangling keys, Not a sign. Minstrel, the black and white cat from over the wall, watched me dispassionately.
Eventually, I had to leave for work. This was the first time I have left not knowing where Not Cat was.
I came home at lunchtime, half eager, half in dread. When Not Cat appeared, running across the garden, yelling at me, I felt the smile break out on my face.
After lots of head rubbing and purring, he ate. Wherever he had been, he evidently hadn’t been fed.
Then time for a good wash; reacquaintance with a Christmas toy; some naughtiness under the chair he has colonised; and a good sleep.
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What great pictures of your wayward boy! He’s such a beautiful cat….and looks pretty darn happy to be home from his adventure….whatever it was!
Pam
He is Pam, he is!
And at least I have the comfort of knowing that he spent a morning outside and came to no harm, as I suspect this is not going to be the last time he goes awol.
No place like home.
I have never seen him so tired during the day. He didn’t even open his eyes when I came home again.
OhMyGosh. His little fuzz face. His tummy spots. His gingerness!
You sound as though you are in love! There will be another little ginger naughtiness looking for a home – find him!
You must have had a knot in your stomach all morning.
The last picture makes him look like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. I hope it has taught him a lesson (but I know it probably hasn’t :-D)
I made myself keep repeating “he’ll be there when I get home” to stay positive. The worst bit was arriving home and still no sign. Those two minutes or so were hard.
I like that pic too. Next Year’s calendar I reckon!
Pippi has yet to go out… another set f inoculations first…. but I’m sure I’ll have this anxiety soon!
Is Pippi her screen name or her real name? I like it, because she does have long stockings. I missed the moment when it was confirmed she is a girl. Watching Not Cat in sunshine the other day, curled round the banister, he reminded me of a bee, and I may have to add Bumble to his name!
The chaperoning worked very well last year, but Not Cat has become very bold. I suppose he has proved he can survive a morning outside.
He’s probably been checking out the local ladies!
I call him ‘he’ but he was neutered in April. I don’t think ladies are high in his list of priorities!
He is so adventurous. And also so gorgeous! Hopefully he’ll decide not to give you another scare like that.
I miss his posh collar.
So do I,Badger, so do I. He has been given another one with skull and crossbones. I don’t like it nearly as much, and it needs a bell. He lost his faux suede one this morning and is now in black party gear.