We’ve looked high and low, checked and double checked the barn, the shed, the stable, even considered dredging the pond. Dandy the cat has been absent without leave since Wednesday morning.
He is sixteen years old and getting rather geriatric in his ways, he’s not been further than a couple of yards from the back door for months. He’s never missed a meal in all those sixteen years, his routine is eat, sleep litter tray; eat, sleep litter tray. So you can see why we were worried. He’s got himself into mischief before and frankly we thought he’d done that cat thing of going off to die.
So when I returned home this evening and found him sat in the porch demanding to be fed, I was both surprised and delighted and scooped him up to take him indoors to delight Spud, Tom, Joe and Mr Uhphilldowndale. Maybe, as Inspector Gadget had already suggested (he knows about finding lost things) Dandy was off out and about soothing his old bones in the warmest September/October weather in the UK for over two decades* We will probably never know, I’m just glad he’s home, and if he could mange in future, to keep his bottom inside the litter tray, I’d be especially pleased.
*18C at 8am, 25.5C this afternoon, it feels quite tropical this evening, what with the early, swift sunset, very odd, well odd for the UK