Emotional Rollercoaster...

Monsignor Miaowrini is obviously going through the feline equivalent of the teenage years. She hadn't been home in three nights, and the catfood looked as if it was only being eaten by one cat - Furretti. By this morning, I was frantic with worry. My next-door neighbour was out this morning, and so I couldn't check with her until midday. Yes, she said, Miaowrini was around on Thursday.

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 !