Butch did not come home last night. He had become a missing cat-person. Much of the day was spent concerned for his well-being, although the weather was clear and fine, so he had a bit of cover from that.
Sundance was missing his brother. Loudly. He went out looking but did not come home. Out in the field he engaged with the search party. Calling. He was keen to show he knew his patch, so showed off his favourite places. This he may regret later. Each tree he ran up. He got a good vantage point from higher spots. Still calling.
Then he found something to chase. A fly! Both paws to the fore and off he went. But what works indoors doesn't always work outdoors, especially when you have a brother to find. He ran up a fence post. A tall fence post. Uh-oh, that's a bit high, now what? This one mastered he did another, just to show he could with confidence. A third he taunted with possibility, but there was only the point of a game and this search was serious....
All ditches covered, the next task was to wait for dark and see if Butch came home. TC chased Mad Millie, just for the sport.
The woodpecker tapped at the pole.
Dark came.
Slugs came out. Food for Hamish, yeah!
After hours of darkness, Butch came home. Hello, how is everything, where is supper? I feel tired, but food would be nice.
So lovely to know he is safe, so frustrating to have not known he was safe all along...
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