Would you believe it, I saw Worf yesterday. The little fluffy sod. I’m going to squeedge him to death (not really) when I catch him. I looked out the window and there he was, large as life and twice as fluffy, sitting at the bottom of the garden. I’m 99% certain it was him, cos if it wasn’t, then it was his identical twin-kitty. It wasn’t the mini-she-Worf, cos she lives too far away, and anyway this cat looked Worf-sized. There aren’t any other long-haired cats with his colouring (the rusty bit on his chest, etc) round here, and he had the little round name tag like Worfie does, too. Trouble is, I went running out the back door, and the cat legged it. But the time I got to the end of the garden, grabbed Willow (who thought we were going on some big adventure, I think) and looked up and down the path, there was no sign. ARGH!! But if it’s him, that’s good, right? Cos it means he’s nearby and healthy. :-) But I’m still going to squeedge him……
