Missing pussy!
Is it just me or is everyone a little bit worried this morning?
Father Christmas bought our girls kittens last year.
Frank and Noah are their names, Frank is Jemima’s baby…named after Frank Sinatra…her favourite singer….he’s a big black cat now…with a massive appetite and a love of sleep…
Sadly…we haven’t seen him since Friday….
We know he wouldn’t stay away by choice…his brother is waiting for him at home, not to mention his favourite bean bag….a lovely big bowl of bilo tuna and his very sad owner…
We know he probably doesn’t know his road rules…but we’ve driven the streets and haven’t found his body…so we’re still hopeful…
I had a cat that went missing for two weeks once, we obviously never found out where he had been…but he dragged himself into the kitchen one evening, starving scrawny and very very glad to be home…
Our best missing pet story happened about five years ago though…on Afl grand final day…john and I locked ourselves in the bedroom to watch the match…and when we came out …our dog Oscar was gone…
We drove the streets…our neighbours drove the streets….three or four trips to the pound later…we were convinced Oscar had either been stolen or hit by a car…
Nearly a week later…on the Thursday…John got a call from a bloke in Bundaberg….he said he’d been passing through the sunshine coast when he saw a dog that looked like it was going to get hit by a car…
He said he had no time to stop, so he grabbed Oscar and threw him in the back of the ute with his own dog…did what he had to do in Bundy…and when he was ready to come home, tracked us down through Oscars collar…and bob’s your uncle…we got our dog back and Oscar had a lovely holiday in Bundy…
Father Christmas bought our girls kittens last year.
Frank and Noah are their names, Frank is Jemima’s baby…named after Frank Sinatra…her favourite singer….he’s a big black cat now…with a massive appetite and a love of sleep…
Sadly…we haven’t seen him since Friday….
We know he wouldn’t stay away by choice…his brother is waiting for him at home, not to mention his favourite bean bag….a lovely big bowl of bilo tuna and his very sad owner…
We know he probably doesn’t know his road rules…but we’ve driven the streets and haven’t found his body…so we’re still hopeful…
I had a cat that went missing for two weeks once, we obviously never found out where he had been…but he dragged himself into the kitchen one evening, starving scrawny and very very glad to be home…
Our best missing pet story happened about five years ago though…on Afl grand final day…john and I locked ourselves in the bedroom to watch the match…and when we came out …our dog Oscar was gone…
We drove the streets…our neighbours drove the streets….three or four trips to the pound later…we were convinced Oscar had either been stolen or hit by a car…
Nearly a week later…on the Thursday…John got a call from a bloke in Bundaberg….he said he’d been passing through the sunshine coast when he saw a dog that looked like it was going to get hit by a car…
He said he had no time to stop, so he grabbed Oscar and threw him in the back of the ute with his own dog…did what he had to do in Bundy…and when he was ready to come home, tracked us down through Oscars collar…and bob’s your uncle…we got our dog back and Oscar had a lovely holiday in Bundy…
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