We had a bit of a scare last night. After the 5th being a lovely dry evening with so many fireworks going off I never thought to lock the cat flap last night. Then the bombs went off at 8 ish, honestly I've never jumped so much, it scared me and my fear got the girls barking. I then realised Perry was out. When he didn't come home for his food at 9pm and I was terrified for him, that wound is still too raw. We went out in turns calling till 11 ish and then went to bed. Steve checked at 2am, no sign, thank god when I looked at 4am he was just coming in. He must have gone into hiding somewhere. He's such a timid little chap, but he never normally misses a meal. You don't want to imagine what was going on in my mind.
