Total joy at 4.45 this morning as i sat knitting with what must have been a fixed clown's downturned mouth by then....and i heard the most wonderful sound in the world: the flap of the cat door and Boris' high pitched mew!
He smelt quite musty and was ravenously hungry. Also seemed very agitated. He slept on my bed for what was left of the night and has been in his own bed all day. I shall examine his claws later. And go out and buy him some sturdy collars!
So he was only missing for 2 days, really but my goodness it felt so final. Orange pussy-cats are like sunshine and when he wasn't here every thing felt very dark.
