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blamebrampton) wrote2011-02-13 10:23 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2011-02-13 10:23 pm
Oh bloody hell ...
The back door was wide open (we suspect Monster). Both cats could not be found, a quick squawk brought Mon out from her hiding place under the outside table (hurrah for an agoraphobic cat!), but Cookie is still missing 40 minutes later. Everything else is suspended until the return of the little cat!
Cookie is found! She was asleep in a half-open drawer the whole time! That cat could sleep for England ... HURRAH! and PHEW!
Cookie is found! She was asleep in a half-open drawer the whole time! That cat could sleep for England ... HURRAH! and PHEW!
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And yes ... I did laps of our block, checked down along the railway, on the roof ... where I first went wrong was in letting Mr B check inside, as he gave a Man Look for her. When I followed in his footsteps, I quickly discerned the difference between towels and a fluffy cat bum. Still taking deep cleansing breaths.
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