Where did the week go?

Anyone? Any ideas?!

Apologies for the neglect to the blog this week; I did intend to post every day this week, but instead of blogging, I've been...hunting. No, not fox and hound style hunting, but searching high and low for my parent's cat. Despite only re-homing said cat for a family emigrating to Australia on Saturday, the cat was allowed out into the garden on Tuesday. And promptly disappeared out the open (OPEN I tell you!) cat flap on Tuesday evening. I despair. Surely everyone keeps a new cat indoors for say, a fortnight, before letting it roam the streets, or in this case, run away?!

And so due to my parents "due diligence", I have spent this week trawling the streets of a picturesque village in Kent, calling out for said cat in my spare time. I printed the obligatory "Please check your sheds & garages" leaflets to pop through neighbour's doors, scattered his litter at the end of the road (apparently it helps cat pick up the scent of where home is supposed to be), and stayed over my parent's house in my childhood bedroom on Wednesday night, to ensure I was there in the morning to renew the search for Tabby.

On Thursday night, we gave up the search. My Mum took my younger sisters shopping to console them, and I went home for the first time in 3 days, remembering my own cat had been left to depend on my boyfriend's irregular pet-feeding routine for sustenance.

And then this morning, I had a phone call at work. Tabby had just strolled into my parent's kitchen, unaware of the commotion he had caused for 4 days. Apparently he won't come to his name, Tabby, and so due to his incredible mane, we've renamed him Léon. My sister thought it appropriate to send me a picture of Léon enjoying his safe return by posing in front of the webcam:

Again, I despair.

***normal crafting activity will resume tomorrow - tonight, I'm taking up my bedroom curtains...rock and roll***