Major Cat Trauma
I haven’t been to work the last few days - “women’s problems”, compounded by being 5 days late (always a bad sign in the period pain department if nothing else) - so basically the cat’s didn’t spend as much time outside yesterday as they do usually. They both went out around 10 o’clock, and at 10.30 Ed came back, but no KK.
Of course, being the sound, sensible woman that I am, I got up at 11.30, to go and call for KK. Bless her, she came in. But. Ed went out.
At 12.30, I went out to call him back, and back he came.
I have disturbing dreams - one involving Pob giving me a bag of “precious things” to look after, and at one point I hear a noise coming from the bag, and it’s a mobile phone and he has sent me a text to this phone (not sure why he didn’t use mine) telling me it had been nice knowing me, but that the world was about to end.
I wake up, and go to the loo. Ed follows me in, demanding attention, and only getting the half-hearted, middle of the night attention he begins scratching the carpet. He then runs out, asking me to follow him, and runs to the back door. I let him out.
It is 4.30 in the morning.
At 7 I get up, go and call him. Front and back door. No sign.
At 8, I go and call him again. Even KK is chuntering away, as if asking where Ed is. I put food down for them, KK eats a little, then wanders into the garden, still chuntering, then comes straight back in.
At 9, I again go and call Ed - a little louder this time. Still no sign. I am sat in the kitchen with the door wide open, freezing my wotsits off, in the hope he comes home.
By 10 o’clock I am frantic. Already planning on going wandering the streets calling for him, printing off pictures to push through neighbours doors.
At 10.30, I wander into the living room.
The little bugger is fast asleep on the chair.
I can only assume I dreamt I put him outside in the night. But why the little sod didn’t come running when I called - especially when I put food down I don’t know. He always does at any other time, even when he isn’t hungry.
I blame my hormones for the tears of relief when I found him.
It is LELI’s birthday tomorrow. He likes to keep things low key, so whereas for most friends I’d bake a cake (or cheese scones) I haven’t bothered. I have made him a card, and hopefully we will go out for dinner.