Tam was nowhere to be seen last night, but to be honest I didn't worry too much, as now he is in (touching wood as I type) good health, he is getting more and more adventurous and less dependant on us.
However when he was not wailing at our bedroom door at eight oclock this morning, Neil and I started to get a feeling of unease. Like most animals meal times are pretty sacred to this fella and such was Neils' unease he went downstairs and walked up and down the road scanning for flattened cat in the road and ditches dressed only in a small towel.
I carried on the search, scanning the barns, rooves, sheds, fields, wood and cellar but finally I gave up as it seemed like searching for the proverbial needle in a haystack. I felt pretty upset and as the last time he went missing he came back with his face split open was wondering what on earth had befallen the little fella.
As I arrived back at the house there, telling me what for, was the little buggar, demanding a late petit-dejeuner. Animals eh - who'd have them
(my question mark still isn't working!)