The saga started around 4.00 yesterday when DH told me he had let Fluff out
for a run.   I always get all cats inside before dark and the more slippery
ones, like Clyde even earlier.

Fluffy never goes too far and always comes home within an hour at the most.
She will always come when called.
Not yesterday, no sign of her at six or even seven and it was dark!!    We
ran around the place searching all her favourite spots - nothing.   Eight o
'clock,  panic was setting in, something had happened, I was sure of it.
We even searched inside thoroughly  although with screens over everything
she would have had to be let in by one of us.  She refuses to use the cat
door so that was no go.

At 9 I was close to the tear stage and went over to see my neighbour in case
she was locked in his garage, like Clyde had been a couple of times.    But
I didn't think she was because she is a busy little cat and not really
inclined to sleep in a garage when someone was nearby.

No, we looked in his garages and I trailed off home thinking of Ollie!!!!
Went into the kitchen and there she was as large as life with her face stuck
in the cat biscuits!!!
DH was as surprised as I was as he hadn't moved.   Where had she been?

Later DH went to take her down to the cat house for the night but the little
fiend had vanished again.    More searching - nope, nothing.   Then DH
happened to knock against a small cardboard box that had been the container
of a large pot I had bought.    I had given it to Bonnie to play with.   She
likes ripping the cardboard off and spitting it on the carpet.   Fluff was
inside the box, it was a tight squeeze but she had made it.

This whole episode could have been solved by a simple solution - beginning
to open a small gourmet tin of ocean fish and whole whitebait - she would
have been there before I got the lid off.!!!

Bev

PS I am secretly suspicious of DH who vowed he let her out earlier.   Have
not done any accusing as he was upset too.    We are unpaid door openers for
Fluff!