The call of the wild

There was something missing yesterday morning as I did the usual routine. A certain fleecy something. Two actually. Roxy and Pedro had done a moonlit flit from the garden but at least they had the good sense to turn up for breakfast so were safe. Pedro was fulfilling his role and bothering the ladies, for some reason Crispen was tolerating this, he was I think more interested in calories than procreation. This morning Roxy was there in all her tubby woolliness but Pedro was no where to be seen. Unless he is back tomorrow where he can be rounded up and placed back in maximum security, I think part of the weekend will be spent scouring the slopes of the Bonsai Mountain looking for the beast. He no doubt will be scouring the hill equally fastidiously looking for ladies.