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Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity fuck!

Caroline's just called. She's gone and lost me my cat.

She went out and the cat must have slipped out with her. When she came back and saw there was only the one cat in the flat, she went right out again and got some kitty snacks. The way she tells it she's been prowling through people's front gardens, shaking her kitty snack box and going "Pusspusspuss" for hours.

So we won't be going to the pictures tonight. We'll be stretched out on our bellies on the cold wet pavement looking under cars for Clio.



Dec. 17th, 2003 08:59 am (UTC)
My cat got out once and freaked me out. I called and called and no kitty all day. Then, poof! There she suddenly was at the door like nothing had happened at all. Your kitty's probably close by and hiding and will slink home soon enough.
Dec. 19th, 2003 01:14 am (UTC)
And that's exactly what happened: she wouldn't be found while we were out looking for her, but when she'd had enough of freedom for one day, she turned up on the doorstep looking for all the world as if she did this sort of thing all the time!