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I found Humbug last night. Decided to have one more try at going to sit in his new garden and wait for him. This time I played games on my phone instead of reading, largely in the hope that the game music would attract him. (If you know Humbug this makes a kind of sense.)
After only a minute or two of the Bubbles theme, there was a plaintive meep from a patch of nettles that had been resoundingly silent when I called and coaxed and chatted to it 5 minutes earlier. In fact, there was so much plaintive meeping that I wondered if there was a baby out in the garden next door. Then out he came! To all appearances he was delighted to see me, made a big fuss of me, wanted his tummy scritched, and his ears scritched, and purred and purred and PURRED. 'Oh Apemum, thank Bast I've found you! Why did you abandon me?' Etc. He seems to think I won't notice that he did tha abandoning and has clearly been sitting in those nettles laughing at us all the other times we've gone round there calling and looking.
Anyway. Brought him home (thanks to Musique and blubox), fed him pilchards, combed out his many tangles. He found an old catnip bag - he normally spurns all but the freshest and strongest - sniffed it a couple of times, rolled over on his back and passed out. That was one tired kitty. Photo soon.
Leicester wasn't sure about all this. He kept sniffing Humbug and Humbug things like he couldn't quite believe it, and he hissed at the Bug once and bopped him on the head. Can't say I blame him.But peace was quickly restored.
Hum was very cuddly tonight. Perhaps foolishly, I have let him out this morning. I don't want him to think of the Monkey House as that nasty place where we shut him in. (Though we do at night, which he hates.) I hope he comes back. At least he now has a collar with TWO bells on it. This is partly to give the last surviving moorhen at Thorndyke a chance, partly to make it harder to catch the bunnies, so more tempting to come home for fudz, and partly in hopes of making it easier to know when he's lurking the the nettles laughing at us. The problem with all these plans is that fluff is very good at silencing bells..
It's so good to see and cuddle his Fluffiness again and know that he's healthy. Wish us luck for hanging on to him please!
Updated at 10.04
He's just come in - yay! - snaffled some crunch fudz and jingled off up the stairs. Looks like he's planning to crash out in the sparelair room while it's hot out :)
Meanwhile Leicester is doing his usual fine weather routine: out for a bit, come in and tell me about it, out again. Repeat until nap time and then repeat again until dinner time.
After only a minute or two of the Bubbles theme, there was a plaintive meep from a patch of nettles that had been resoundingly silent when I called and coaxed and chatted to it 5 minutes earlier. In fact, there was so much plaintive meeping that I wondered if there was a baby out in the garden next door. Then out he came! To all appearances he was delighted to see me, made a big fuss of me, wanted his tummy scritched, and his ears scritched, and purred and purred and PURRED. 'Oh Apemum, thank Bast I've found you! Why did you abandon me?' Etc. He seems to think I won't notice that he did tha abandoning and has clearly been sitting in those nettles laughing at us all the other times we've gone round there calling and looking.
Anyway. Brought him home (thanks to Musique and blubox), fed him pilchards, combed out his many tangles. He found an old catnip bag - he normally spurns all but the freshest and strongest - sniffed it a couple of times, rolled over on his back and passed out. That was one tired kitty. Photo soon.
Leicester wasn't sure about all this. He kept sniffing Humbug and Humbug things like he couldn't quite believe it, and he hissed at the Bug once and bopped him on the head. Can't say I blame him.But peace was quickly restored.
Hum was very cuddly tonight. Perhaps foolishly, I have let him out this morning. I don't want him to think of the Monkey House as that nasty place where we shut him in. (Though we do at night, which he hates.) I hope he comes back. At least he now has a collar with TWO bells on it. This is partly to give the last surviving moorhen at Thorndyke a chance, partly to make it harder to catch the bunnies, so more tempting to come home for fudz, and partly in hopes of making it easier to know when he's lurking the the nettles laughing at us. The problem with all these plans is that fluff is very good at silencing bells..
It's so good to see and cuddle his Fluffiness again and know that he's healthy. Wish us luck for hanging on to him please!
Updated at 10.04
He's just come in - yay! - snaffled some crunch fudz and jingled off up the stairs. Looks like he's planning to crash out in the spare
Meanwhile Leicester is doing his usual fine weather routine: out for a bit, come in and tell me about it, out again. Repeat until nap time and then repeat again until dinner time.
