Forgive me, this post is completely uncrafty today... our cat went missing two weeks ago. Two weeks. We had pretty much assumed that she was gone for good. We got her as a kitten from the RSPCA twelve years ago so you can imagine that we missed her terribly. The house felt emptier. I missed the purring bundle in my lap at night after the kids went to bed.
But midnight last night we heard her arrive at the front door and meow at the top of her lungs. I have no idea where she's been but she's healthy, unharmed, just a lot thinner. And exhausted. And has barely stopped purring long enough to eat.
