Lost Cat!

Mannan Mac Lir, our dearly beloved cat, is missing. As usual we let the tailless wonder out for a bit of a run in Willmere Estate at about 6.30pm. Usually he returns somewhere between 10pm and midnight. On two occassions he's been out for the night, but on both instances he's been waiting at the door in the morning. Last night, when he had not arrived by midnight we left the window open for him, but he wasn't around in the morning, he wasn't around this evening after we returned from work, and we've just spent the past two hours prowling the estate and beyond to find him.

Dammit Mac, where are you? I miss your plaintive meow, your desire to play with your special shoelaces, and your backflip method of getting down from people's arms. I rather fear for the worst.

(I have a lost cat story from some twenty years ago as well..)

Edit. Guess who just waltzed in as if nothing had happened?