A very traumatic day

Yesterday was a very traumatic day. Angel went missing.

We were worried the night before as you can usually set your clock by her. When I go up to bed so gets off her bed in the sewing room and heads down to the living room to get the best of the heat from the fire without the disturbance of humans.

The next morning no food had gone and she was not in her usual place keeping guard out of the patio doors.

We made up flyers and posted them through doors of all the houses within her range of travel, put laminated flyers on trees and posts and phoned the vet, pettag, cat rescue and the council.

By middey there was still no sign of her and Nick came home from work. We were standing in the drive talking to a neighbour who was very worried when we heard a very ladylike mieow from a garage nearby. This was about 3pm and they usually come home by about 4 but just our luck they were away for the night.

Thankfully a friend was calling to check on their cats so at about 9pm we let a very scared, frantic and hungry Angel out of their garage - about 26 hours after she decided to be nozy and look around.

She has eaten like a horse today but hasn't left the garden but she has found that she can keep a good lookout and attack me like a jaguar by sitting on top of the rose arch. At the moment she is sleeping on a lovely soft rug that I left on the deckchair outside - and she deserves it.

Silly girl!