Mixmaster Muff is missing!
I'm sat by the phone willing it to ring. I haven't felt this way since I was a teen. Muff was missing when we got up this morning. We can't work out how he got out as the garden is fully fenced. Has he been catnapped and who would take him?

He hasn't even been gone a day but can feel my heart squeezing. He's a Ragdoll and the dumbest friendliest cat I've ever known. It would be so easy to pick him up and fall in love with him. I keep trying to visualise him finding his way back home as I can't really believe he has vanished. I'm hoping that someone will come home from work, see our posters around Glen Eden, and call to say they found him wandering. I haven't lost anyone I loved for a very long time. I had forgotten how painful it could be.

I'm sat by the phone willing it to ring. "What must it be like to be a parent?" I keep thinking. I even caught myself saying earlier - "when we get him back I'm having him chipped!" I'll never be annoyed at him headbutting me in the morning, bringing slugs in from outside, or getting under my feet.



I'm sat by the phone willing it to ring. Now I know how my Mum must have felt when I hid in the garage as a kid.