The cat was quiet. Too quiet.
GF carried on with his work, taking calls and making calls. Reading documents and slides - and creating new slides.
The cat was definitely too quiet. GF became concerened. He instigated a search - garage, utility, kitchen, lounge, studies, bedrooms... nothing.
Mother Superior rang. It had been a long time since we last spoke. It was so nice to catch up with her and exchange all the relevant gossip.
The cat search continued sporadically.
Work calls and research continued until Urban-cub returned and then Silver Vixen. Needless to say at Urban-cub's return GF expalined about the cat and she headed straight for the garage - the cat wandered back into the house as if nothing had happened. All was well.
The best point of the day, however, came mid-evening when the the Bishop rang - the GF's aunt is finally out of Intensive Care after nearly 9 months. Motor function seems to be returning and real progress is being made.
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