Aliss has been missing in action for … well, who knows. We said goodbye to her on the morning of Friday 29th when we left for geoffcampbell‘s annual Summer Camp, and there was no sign of her when we got home again on the Monday.
And no sign at all since then. Having lost Moo only last week, I didn’t know how I could cope with losing another so soon, but I had a very bad feeling about it.
I woke at about 7:40 this morning, and stumbled into the bathroom, and while I was in there I heard a “miaow”.
“Could it be?”, I wondered, and hurtled downstairs with no dressing gown, no spectacles, to find a rather irate Aliss, standing beside an *empty* food bowl. I called up to perlmonger, but he’d already heard her himself.
She’s consumed large quantities of Whiskas, had several cuddles, and a brief but pointed discussion with Iggy, so things are returning to normal. She’s very thin, so I wonder if she may have been shut in somewhere, but she seems none the worse for her ordeal, praise $deity.
Pass the fatted calf, if you’d be so kind.
That’s a relief!
Excellent news!
Wonderful news!
GJC
Fab news – I’m so glad she’s okay!
That’s *brilliant* – so glad she’s okay. I was going to say “You must have been having kittens!” but then realised that was a really bad pun…Great news that she’s back again anyway 🙂
Glad she’s OK – but wouldn’t fatted gerbils or something be more to the point?
Whew!
I’m so glad she’s back.
Losing a kitty for several days is absolutely horrid. My son’s paranoid about ours nowadays and sometimes won’t let them out at all when his anxiety problem is acute.
woo hoo!
will the fatted calf fit in her dish or will she have to share?