Kitty didn't come home last night.
We spent an absolutely fraught night shaking her biscuits and calling her every hour - no Kitty.
I finally drifted into a restless sleep tormented by images of Kitty being hurt, attacked, lost, confused alone or dead. Of course I blamed myself as I let her out.
She finally appeared at 10am this morning - really jumpy and nervous but fit and well and apparently none the worse for her illicit adventures - I was so relieved and overjoyed to see her little furry face that she's been made a fuss of all day
She's not going out alone unsupervised anymore until her fur has grown fully over her scar.
We suspect she's been asleep somewhere as she's wanting to play and not in the least bit tired. She's also been following me around as I've been her constant companion during her 2 weeks recuperation and I think she feels safe when I'm close.
we were complaining we were suffering from sleep deprivation with her waking us all night but last night she wasn't here and it was the worst time ever! We won't be complaining again! The thought I'd never see her little face or furry body again absolutely broke my heart - it's amazing how a little stray cat has become the most important thing in my life - maybe because I don't have any family at all and considering some peoples family experiences I think I'm quite fortunate!! She's without doubt the most precious little body in my life
