*sniffle* Looks like the Worf-report was a false alarm in the end. Went round to that road again last night to call him, and saw a bloke who lives there who also has cats. He told me there’s a big black fluffy cat that lives round there. That was probably the one that was spotted. Still, I spose it is possible that Worf’s round there too. I don’t know what the lady who rang up said, exactly, cos B answered the phone. But now I feel all down again – I was feeling relieved, cos I thought I knew where he was, roughly, and that he was safe. And now I don’t know again. :-( And…. and….. *deep breath* now-it’s-snowing-and-what-if-he’s-all-lost-and-cold-and-lonely…... I just have to keep telling myself he’s a big fluffy boy, and he can look after himself OK. And the lady in the shop thinks she saw him too. So, maybe he’s not too far away. I really hope not. ‘k, I’ll shut up now.
