It's been a lovely sunny day here, so much so I put some washing out to finish drying and left the back door wide open. I was upstairs hoovering and suddenly saw torrential hailstones so ran downstairs to try and salvage the washing. Looking out there I could see it was past saving and saw Riley was safely inside - but where was poor little Lu? I poked my head outside into the torrential rain and desperately called him, silence. I called again 'Luuuuuuuuu', a muffled meow came back, my poor baby was trapped outside in the rain. I kept calling him with the door wide open and rain spilling in but he didn't appear. Despite the fact that I was in my nightie (a short one!) and knickers I had no choice but to go out barefoot and save him. I ran out closing the back door behind me and ran to the lavender bushes where I expected to find a cold, wet, frightened cat. No sign
I called a few more times and then ran back in as the rain was still thundering down.
There was the little
, sat safely on his tower dry as a bone - he'd been behind me the whole time I was calling him
