Cat sitting is an uneventful activity until the cat disappears. On Monday evening, around 8:00pm, we began the process of calling and pleading with Fran to come inside. This continued until after midnight with walks up the road, flashlight in hand. Finally we climbed upstairs to a restless, sleepless night in bed. At intervals one of us would clamber downstairs and check for him at the door. I had the terrible feeling that he wouldn't return and imagined a variety of beasts that could have carried him away.
Just before 7:00am I woke up as John was going downstairs again to check for him. He returned with Fran in his arms, unscathed and playful. It was as though Fran had been out on the town, a young single male cat having fun! Little buggar!!!
Do you think that the full moon played a part in his escapade??
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