This weekend we had a barbecue... our first this year. It was a cold blustery evening but we tried our best. We lit the fire in the bbq, lit the fire in our new chiminea (in a desperate plea for HEAT) and braced ourselves against the heavy winds.
Then disaster happened. The cat escaped. I had shut him in a bedroom but he is heavier than our last cat (who could be contained in this fashion) so opened the door and ran away. He disappeared and despite calling, trailing the neighbourhood and getting a mob of local kids on the case we couldn't find him.
Unsure what to do we cooked some meat between half-hourly sessions of calling 'DIXIE!' around the garden.
Just as we were really becoming concerned, he nonchalantly sauntered out of the redcurrant bush directly behind us. As if he had never been away!
Cheeky boy. I think we're gonna have fun with this young man!!