Friday, 29 June 2012
That calmed me down, but when I got home and still couldn't see any sign of her, I decided to wander around the neighbourhood. I felt pretty stupid calling for a cat. But, after about 20 minutes, I saw her, and she came running towards me, miaowing her head off, as if I had been the one to have abandoned her.
I grabbed her, and started to walk home. She really didn't like that, and struggled quite violently to get away - I assume it was being taken round by the roads rather than through the gardens that freaked her out. Nevertheless, when I got her home, I took the precaution of locking the catflap until I could give her a thorough check.
She was rather thin, and wolfed down almost a whole packet of smoked salmon. Furretti had the rest of it. Miaowrini also drank over half a bowl of milk. I did consider keeping the catflap locked, but, having seen that she was ok, I decided to let her go out again.
I do feel somewhat exhausted from the emotional turmoil !