First thing (well not quite, but its dramatic licence) as I was preparing the first brew of the day and thanking the small god of not gone off milk (fridge has died, replacement not here til weekend, keeping milk fresh has been a problem, how do you like your coffee one lump of milk or two?) for allowing this morning ritual to pass without cheesey beverages there was a loud bang from the utility room and a supersonic ball of tabby fur rolled into the kitchen before springing to his feet and giving the cat equivalent of "TaaDaaah!"
Earl was home. Half a pint of almost fresh milk and some past its human eating by minced beef was devoured in record time before he sat and announced to all who would listen his wondrous stories. As none of us speak cat we just welcomed his yowling and he in turn took on limpet like qualities and stuck to one of us all day. He is presently asleep with several Berners who also missed him. Not sure where he had got too, a farm house across the valley is having building work done, maybe he got stuck in there. Today was the first time this week they returned to the job. Or maybe hes just a cat that gets lost easily, maybe his Cat Nav is broken.