I can has a Tabbi Kat. She's a bag of bones. But most importantly she's home. ☺

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I left a bowl of wet food in the kitchen (it was Jenny Cat's uneaten breakfast) with the door wedged open. Whilst I have been sat on the bed with a sleeping JC someone has been in the kitchen and scoffed the lot.

Next step is a repeat but to be downstairs to see who the someone is.

Of course, I hope it is Tabbi Kat.

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So there was oi sat upon the *outside* loo when there was a loud meowing.1 Much louder than a Jenny Cat from behind a closed double-glazed window. As soon as I moved there was the thud of something jumping on the wheelie bin. By the time I'd made oneself presentable there was nothing to be seen in the yard or out back ( Read more... )

The postie told me about a cat matching her description mooching around the school.

Today I saw her over the lane from the back yard.

I called, she didn't come. She did meow though. I hope she chooses to come home soon.

I think I'll need to leaflet a couple of streets I didn't originally do.

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Jenny Cat has taken up residence on the lounge windowsill. She's spending her time staring out the window and calling. Every time she does it makes me cry.

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