Maud is a grumpy thing. We first met her in August 2000 at an open day run by Cats Protection. She was in a cage with Claude, her not-brother. She was 6 months, he 9 months, and noone looked at them because there were lots of tiny kittens around. We did. Claude hid under a blanket, Maud hissed and spat. We fell in love on the spot.
After 10 years we moved to Basel. It took a few months but both then bossed the neighbourhood. 6 months ago we added 2 kittens to the mix. Maud was most displeased and told them so in no uncertain terms. With 3 boys in the house, she is clearly top cat.
And now Maud is missing. She should be sleeping on the balcony or growling on top of the cable box. Instead, she is somewhere, and we are nowhere. She is not in the cats' home, any local vets or - this being Switzerland, where everything must be disposed of correctly - at the 'Tierkoerpersammmelstelle' where dead animals end up.
And I miss her. And Claude misses her. And the minicats miss her.
And today it's a week since I last stroked her, and I'm sorry to be so self indulgent, but I'm so, so sad 