Where the Wild Things Are
And he sailed in and out of days, and there was his room, just the way he had left it, with his dinner waiting on the table.
And it was still hot.
Lacking the Super-Mum skills of Max's Mum, in this case it was mangled meat cold from the fridge, but he wolfed it down anyway. In other words, my cat is back, after several nights absence. Just after I settled for bed I heard an abortive scrabble at my window and a pitiful mewing. Ran outside and found him lurking under a bush by my window and he oozed into my arms and asked me to carry him inside.
Oh god. (In a good way, I mean.)
Something's dodgy with one of his hind legs - his jumping is pathetic, but he can walk and stuff. There will probably be a vet in his near future. He is in my lap right now, pushing his head into the hollow of my neck and purring. So am I.
UPDATE:
I wasn't dreaming; there are pictures to prove it. He's not here this morning though. Sigh.
And it was still hot.
Lacking the Super-Mum skills of Max's Mum, in this case it was mangled meat cold from the fridge, but he wolfed it down anyway. In other words, my cat is back, after several nights absence. Just after I settled for bed I heard an abortive scrabble at my window and a pitiful mewing. Ran outside and found him lurking under a bush by my window and he oozed into my arms and asked me to carry him inside.
Oh god. (In a good way, I mean.)
Something's dodgy with one of his hind legs - his jumping is pathetic, but he can walk and stuff. There will probably be a vet in his near future. He is in my lap right now, pushing his head into the hollow of my neck and purring. So am I.
UPDATE:
I wasn't dreaming; there are pictures to prove it. He's not here this morning though. Sigh.