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. Continue reading