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.