Where are you, Nathan?

Last night, both R and I went out separately. I got home about 11pm and called the cats in as soon as I was in the house.

Natalie came in straight away, chowed on her food and then wouldn't leave me alone. It wasn't quite lovebombing or maybe I'm more used to it now, but she was by my side as I changed into my pyjamas and got a cheek rub in on my bumcheek. She loves me.

Nathan didn't come in so after about 20 minutes I called him again.

Ten minutes after that, R came home, made some food, and Nathan still wasn't in. It was after midnight by now and we were wanting to go to bed. R walked round the garden, shook the food, called his name and searched around the house. But there was no Nathan.

They usually come in quite quickly, and I'd assumed that he'd be in as soon as he heard the food as I was sure he would be hungry.

Apparently, he wasn't.

We left the cat flap on one way, so glad we got a four way flap, and went to bed. Initially, we shut Natalie in their room but then decided to let her sleep with us.

Of course, this led to some antics, with her crawling across our pillows then settling down for a pre-sleep wash. She got kicked out shortly after.

Somehow, she found her way back in and woke us up at 4.30 attempting to yack up a hairball. On the bed. I got up and shooed her away, and decided to go down to see if Nathan had finally decided to come home.

And he had! He was eating, which is the first thing they do when they come in, so it was possibly a case of very good timing. Maybe Natalie was sick that he'd come back and she'd have to share again? ;)

It was a bit worrying, because he is the slightly more pathetic one, and we have badgers and foxes in the garden and land beyond the house. We didn't want him getting beaten up by a badger. Then we wondered if he'd got locked in a garage. He's come home before with engine oil on one of his ears. Maybe we'll have to fashion some sort of camera attachment to find out just where they go during the day. It would be fascinating!

I wanted to keep him in this morning, but he was doing the cat version of "I really really need a poo!" by the door so I had to let him out. I've seem him falling off hedges, and he's come in once to cry at me, so let's hope it was a one-off.