…I found it.

No messing.

She was in a bush in a cemetery by my girls mums in Bradford (we’re up here for a few days before holiday tmrw)

No word of a lie, I had split off from my girl when she decided that the cat couldn’t be in the cemetery, but I walked on and I swear I heard a little girl say ‘she’s over here’ and I walked to this big bush and found the cat huddled under it.

Strange thing?

No little girl, anywhere.

The cemetery was empty.

In other matters the cat was ok, a little shook up, broken tooth and cut chin, but a £180 vet bill later and both my girls are happy