When we got back from holiday in Lake District, we cannot find the cat! We've been calling high and low, up and down and there was still no sign of poor old Tikka. We have not thought much about it that night as we were so tired after the long drive. We expect to see him the next morning. Morning comes, still no sign of him, we got a little worried and could not do much but kept calling him name all the way down to the bottom of the garden. By noon, Colin was very upset and decided he wanted to leave work and come home to serach for his cat. I promised him I will take Sing to investigate the alleys, so off we go ... taking Sing and Saturn to hunt for the cat. We started from where we live, along the way, I kept calling Tikka, Tikka, Tikka ... and no sign. I looked into the bushes, hope to see a lively cat suddenly pop out to say HI but to no avail. Saw a few neighbours and they said they have not seen a Silver Tabby Persian. We then moved on to the back of the block, into the local park and then to the alleys, still no sign of him. As we turn out from the park where he normally goes toilet, I almost gave up but Sing seems unsettled and I can't see anything, so I started to call his name again and again and guess what? I heard my gurmpy cat howling, I recognised his howl immediately (mind you, he has the worst howl in the world!!) but can't see where he was, As we walked pass a house, the howl became clearer and I almost certain that Tikka must have trapped inside somebody's house. For a second I don't know what to do, should I go and knock on the door at the midday (where I thought everybody should be at work) or should I come back later but the his howl seems desperate, so I rang Colin on my mobile to ask him what should I do, as I was speaking loud, I saw the door open and the cat was shooting out from the house. I questioned the Indian woman why is she keeping my cat but her answer didn't satisfy me and she looked guilty, before I question her more, she started to run to the main road. I was furious but the cat is more important than anything, so I picked him up and the 4 of us went home happily.
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