Only other cat-lovers can possibly understand what I have just been though.
Clapton spends most of his time curled up on the sofa next to me in the evenings, only getting up to go in the garden to do his business or to remind me it's food time (about every 2 hours!)
I was on here and he was trying to get my attention but I ignored him as I knew he still had food upstairs (another story, he won't eat down here on l/g floor and will only eat in the hallway on the ground floor
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I heard a cat scream outside and went to check all of mine were inside. I looked for Clapton and realised that he had been out for an hour or so! - I went over the back of the garden and looked over the fence and couldn't see him. I tried (unsuccessfully) not to be neurotic. But he was nowhere to be found. I remembered we called the police last week as some pikey kids were hanging round the alley at the back drinking. All kinds of possibilities went through my head. Being here alone, not even any guests! made it worse. There was no point phoning OH in Coventry on business so was really panicking. Then suddenly I heard the catflap and he trotted in squawking (he doesn't miow) for food.
He had a can of food he shouldn't have (gourmet gold) and will be kept a close eye on - he doesn't realise what I've been through but I'm sure a lot of you do