In Tuesday I wrote an update about Wash, including a picture of him zonked out on the rug in the living room.
He's a very naughty boy.
Shortly after I posted my Tuesday entry, DH and I were in the kitchen, discussing New Year's Eve dinner and looking in recipe books. DH popped his head into the living room to check on Wash, to find that Wash wasn't there. He quickly checked the living room, before shouting to tell me that Wash had gone.
I checked the utility room. I checked the kitchen. DH checked upstairs, I went outside and looked for him. We couldn't bleep him because he wasn't wearing a collar.
We realised that he was probably sitting quietly out of the way somewhere, and we recognised that in a panic one can look but not see. So, we started again. I checked the living room, pulling out the sofas and checking in the cat tree. I checked our bedroom, and the spare room, and (what I could of) the box room. I went back outside and checked again. I checked under the hedge. I checked under the cars. I checked by the bins. I checked next doors driveways.
No Wash.
He could not have vanished into thin air. I stood in the street, wondering where to look next. I couldn't believe he was really out there, so I went back to the house. Then I saw the hydrangea, and thought I'd better just look.
And there he was. Curled up, quite comfortable thank you. He looked at me with those "Oh hello, were you looking for me?" innocent eyes.
He was back in his Pen quick smart. We just hoped that he hadn't done any damage to his leg.
Yesterday he was back on supervised time out, and he was as good as gold.
His dressing was changed today, and the Vet is very happy with how the leg and foot are coming along. We didn't mention his escape.
