Wednesday, January 03, 2007

dirty stop-out!

Ibid went out this morning and didn't come mooching round at lunchtime. And then he didn't come round for dinner. Very worrying. You can't imagine the capacity this cat has for yum-yums. So I went out looking with a torch. And then in the car. And then I got Ian to go out round the fields. And then I sent him up to the pub (oh, the hardship!) with a 'Missing cat! Help!' poster. And still no sign :(

And then, as I was about to go to bed, he walked in, ate a bowl of said yum-yums and sat back on an armchair to lick his legs.

He's bloody grounded. And no pocket money for a week.



BJ said...

That makes me think about how God must feel when we venture out into the great unknown for days, weeks, months, even years at a time. He's got people out looking for us and so desires that we just come home and when we do, we just get back into our routines, nurse our tired bodies, and don't even acknowledge the warmth of the place we've been missing for so long. Thanks for the story, and I'm glad Ibid is okay. Bless you!

mister tumnus said...

that's nice. thanks bj! blessings also to you.

The Harbour of Ourselves said...

quite right too cs!

am surprised you only ground him for a week - he should thank his lucky stars he gets pocket money - I bloody don't!

there is something prodigal-like though about your merry tale

lulu x

mister tumnus said...

speakin' of dirty stop outs...! yay CS! so glad you're back! welcome home! we'll go kill the fatted calf and all that jazz. i will be posting again soonly, have been a bit ill in the last few days:(