OK, so where was he? I knew he'd used the litter tray this morning, and he'd
eaten something, but he was gone. There was no way he'd left the house,
absolutely no way, every door and window had been shut tight all night.

Ade and I spent half an hour looking for him, then we had to go to work. We
opened all the doors around the house, so that he could get to his food and
litter tray, and left.

I got home four hours later. He was still AWOL. I searched everywhere.
Finally, something made me lift the sofa, there's a three inch gap between
the front of the sofa and the carpet.. He shot out, and made a dash for his
food bowl. I left him to it, and, a busy afternoon beckoning, set to work.
Half an hour later I went downstairs to make a cuppa. He'd disappeared
again. I looked under the sofa again, but he wasn't there.

Baffled, I went to the Post Office to post the press releases for the next
Cats Protection fundraising event, and the posters for it, to our volunteer
who distributes them. (I also made a quick visit into town to buy the new
Haven album .... ). When I got home, he was still missing. Again, I lifted
the sofa, but he wasn't there.

When Ade came home, we searched again, this time with the aid of a penlight
to shine around inaccessible areas. Eventually we spotted a movement INSIDE
the sofa. He was hiding in the padded arm of the sofa, and was unbudgeable.

We put some music on (that Haven album, btw, is brilliant), turned the fire
on, and settled down. Within half an hour, he stuck his head out from under
the sofa, and consented to be coaxed out all the way. It was like throwing a
switch! From 'hiding in cavities McCavity'  he became 'love me, stroke me,
throw toys for me, tickle my tummy' McCavity.

At least we know now how he got his name, for most of today he has truly
been 'The Invisible Cat'.