Esther disappeared last night. Gone. No sign. I concluded there was no point trying to find a black cat on a dark night without a torch so just left the kitchen light on and went to bed. Got up bright and early to look for her (so much for that extra hour of sleep) and started wondering how to find a black cat in a street that has at least 8 black cats within five doors of me. As I pondered this puzzle over my porridge, I heard Esther squawking, apparently underfoot. Ha! thinks me. Someone is doing work on their house and she has got underneath the house. Opened all the cupboards, but still no Esther, so decided to let her figure it out for herself and went back to doing the washing. But still no sign of Esther by 3 so started actively searching - knocking on doors but no, no-one was renovating. Still sounds of Esther underfoot and I am getting to the point where I am working out how to remove an air brick and get her out, before someone else gets in there (not mentioning any names ...). The just as I am going out the back door to get the cold chisel and mallet, the call comes once more - just off to one side...
Yup, you got it. She was in the teatowel drawer (more washing to do then ...). One opening the drawer, she gave a bit of a stretch, hopped out at a leisurely pace, and demanded food. Both are now well fed and Esther is having a bit of a grumble on the stairs... Whew!
