Since the delightfully warm summer started in May, our cat has been living at the church behind the house. He loves to spend most of his summer days there, watching the birds and squirrels, enjoying lazing in the fresh air and complains bitterly if I bring him home until the weather turns for the worst.
Last night he woke me up at 3.20am having a fight with a fox. I got out of bed to see if I could find him but nowhere to be seen. I ended up laying awake until gone 5.30am, thinking the worst and hoping to hear him come in and eat the food I left overnight like I normally do.
Then tonight, at dusk I went to feed him his supper at the church as I have done for the last 3 months and he wasn't there. I walked around all his usual haunts and couldn't find him. So another night of worrying about him commences.
Next pet I get is a tamagotchi. I can't cope with this!
