We had a miserable Christmas: Willow our cat went outside at midday on Christmas Eve and didn't come back. It was dusk before we realised that this was far too late. We were awake all night and can state that Father Christmas didn't come, only mosquitoes in the open door.
Next morning Angela and Josef, Judy and Jon - our neighbours - and son Jon combed the scrub to no avail and checked surrounding sheds. But the place is full of holiday-makers who would have seen her. No body so the options are: snake-bite and overnight fox or cat-napping. The internet informs me cat-napping is common, especially for pretty cats like Willow and the prime time for it is just before Christmas. OUCH! Wish I'd known that before, I'd have locked her up.
I've advertised at all the vets, the animal shelter and in the local paper and she is micro-chipped so there is a slim chance that somewhere down the line we may get her back.
As Di McEwen said: "She had a wonderful life."
