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This morning I let Tilly out in the garden for a bit as she had been stuck in the house all weekend with the awful weather. Literally 5 minutes after I had done this, I looked out of the window to check on her and I couldnt see her; I went out into the garden and checked the usual spots (usually sat patrolling under the lavender plant), called her name and she was gone! Spent half an hour walking up and down the street in my slippers shaking her dry food and calling her name in my high pitched cat mum voice I felt a right loon! Eventually, just as I had got the OH out of bed to go and look over some nearby walls for me (Im only 51!) I heard this little meow in next doors front garden. I called her name again and out popped Tillys head from the hedge, her little face covered in bits of twig and leaf! The wall surrounding her was not high, she obviously managed it to get into the hedge but now was feeling too lazy to get out I even had to pick her out and carry her home like a baby as she refused to climb out. And then, as soon as we got inside she bit me! They are ever so grateful arent they cats! So, she was in the bad books and I left for work without giving her her usual treats. Feel guilty now though and cant wait to get home and give her some cuddles; I hate it when she goes missing like that, all I can do is worry what has happened to her why do they do it to us, eh!?
