I woke around 2am this morning, worried about the missing cat. We had not see her for more than 24 hours and according to her owners, this disappearance has only happened once before.

I lay there reading my book, trying not to wake Mick, when I head a noise downstairs: the cat flap that leads from the garden to the laundry. Was this the little cat going out or coming back in? Or, was it the ‘missing’ cat?

By the time I got up to turn on the kitchen light to check who had made the noise, the ‘missing’ cat was at my feet. Purring like a mini-lawnmower and rubbing herself against my legs. It was 3.45am! There was no sign of any injuries. She had not been in a fight and had not been laying somewhere recovering from her injuries. Some of the scenarios that had run through my mind.

I woke Mick with the good news, fed Madame her dinner, and then headed back to bed to get some sleep.

We all deserved a lie in this morning.

Madame was pretty tired after whatever she had been up to, and actually she hasn’t moved far from that spot since she came back.

Also, the little cat was happy her sister was back. Weirdly, she had not slept on our bed since her sister had disappeared. preferring the newspaper basket. But, once she saw Madame was back, she immediately returned to her favourite spot – sleeping on me.