..where have you been

Em rarely strays far form the house – on a nice day she likes to saunter fifteen yards to the outbuildings and enjoy a little terrorism. But when it is as wintry as it is today, she likes to keep her fur unruffled indoors. Hence, her vanishing for nealry ten hours caused consternation. I tried the attic where she has hidden before, but it is a small room and there was no sign of her. She missed a meal – not in itself worrying, as the furry Rugby ball would take no harm form a little fasting, but seriously untypical. Then came the miaow – and the furry face at the head of the attic ladder. She had holed up UNDER the Christmas decorations, or rather, she had excavated a cave IN them. She cannot get down the ladder. (I believe Tigger had similar problems due to a tail) and she is terrified of being carried down. Stalemate. In the end, she managed to be carried down, bu hooking her claws firmly into each side of my neck.

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