Being cats, they didn't do what they did before, oh no.
Natalie set off for the neighbours':
She came back quite promptly, because she's a good girl. Sometimes. (I really don't live in a forest, really.)
They had a good look around, exploring the boundaries:
But what are boundaries to a cat? Note Nathan having a bloody good look over the edge of the roof;
A very good look over the edge:
No, of *course* he won't go over the edge, we thought, and went about our morning business.
Except, he disappeared. He wasn't on our roof, and he wasn't on the neighbour's roof. He wasn't on the floor outside the window (and I was concerned about splattage. Not nice.) Where had he gone?
Feeling a bit worried, I fed Natalie and Nathan would usually run like the clappers at the merest hint there was a human in the kitchen, let alone that cat food was being issued.
But he did not return.
I took the food up to the bedroom and put it on the windowsill.
No cat.
No Nathan.
Where could he be?
I guess the next exercise will be to let them out and then watch from the outside where they go. In a world where it stops raining. But he did come back, crying for his breakfast.
Naughty cat.
