Where’s he been? Well, I was sworn to secrecy on this one as although Hilary (my female human) assured Clare he may well disappear for a few days, Clare didn’t want Hilary being all stressed out or worried while on holiday.

Monty went out on Monday evening and hadn’t been seen on Tuesday or Wednesday. Today, Thursday, Clare was really beginning to worry about him. So much so that she woke up at five o’clock and took me round the garden in the hope that Monty might come and see us. He usually comes to see me if I’m in the garden. Unfortunately there was no sign of him so we headed inside and Clare went back to bed. Only to be rudely awakened at half past eight by me barking wildly, heralding the arrival home of Monty who was sitting on the doorstep meowing very loudly.

I’ve no idea where he’s been – he’s refused to tell us. All we know is that he’s safe and well. He certainly doesn’t look any worse for his wandering, although he was very very hungry! Clare couldn’t get the food out of his Whiskas pouch quick enough – he was in about and eating it as it came out. He polished all his food off in one sitting, and is now lying sleeping under the chest of drawers at the nice warm spot. Good to see you again Monty.