Lost and Found

Lately all I seem to be writing about are my animals and their daily pursuits. Unfortunately today is no different.

On Saturday night, the cats were being their usual noisy selves, playing until the early hours, meowing at random moments, with me watching a film downstairs. Katie had to work on the Sunday so she had taken herself off to bed, leaving me with “The Boys”.

Just as I was clearing up and coming up to bed, I noticed a smell coming from the kitchen. It was coming from the cat litter tray, but seeing as I had only emptied it that day, I was surprised to see that one of the cats was having a little stomach complaint in there.

It called for a midnight cleanup, so I emptied the litter and put it out in the bin, coming in to watch both cats dash outside. Not bothering to try and chase both of them indoors at such an hour, I shut the door and promptly went to bed.

The next morning, Pusskins is butting the back patio doors to get in, there isn’t a sign of Niblet, which is weird because they always hang out together. Katie and I call for him but nothing can be seen of him. I have to go to football and Katie needs to go to work, we both leave thinking the little mite will probably be waiting for us when we return.

Alas, that wasn’t the case.

I scour the neighbourhood sounding like a right weirdo as I call out “Niblet” and “Nibbles” at the top of my lungs, with a big box of Go-Cat in my hand and my mobile in the other. Again, the search is fruitless.

Then I decide to lure him in using the oldest trick in the book, food. I open a can of tuna and pour the contents into a dish. I cover the dish with foil and punch holes in the top to send smell waves of delicious tuna wafting into the neighbourhood. A Google search also suggests putting out something that smells of you, out go my sweaty trainers from football.

Hours pass and he is MIA. Katie comes home, calls out for him but she has no luck…..until a couple of minutes later we hear a scratching at the door. We open the door to find Niblet waiting there, looking as if nothing had happened.

Concluding

Letting the cats out is something we are looking to do more often, they are sent out at every opportunity. The problem we face in our neighbourhood is that it is densely populated with other cats, it has a train track 20 metres from the house and lots of foxes patrol the area. Now that we know he is a bit of a wanderer, the search will not be so hasty.

So yeah, that was a bit of fun while it lasted, Katie now fears the day I’m left alone with any kids we have for fear I will either drop them on their head or lose them.