My two year old cat is missing. I've not seen him since about 11pm on Wednesday night.
The weather here has been atrocious. He's got free use of a cat flap but has never gone awol for this long. He's very wary of people so I'm sure he isn't sheltering in another house.
He always comes when I shake his dreamie tin, but this hasn't worked.
I love him so very much. I can't bear to think he's lost, trapped, unwell or lost.
I've been awake all night worrying about where he went and what distress he might be in. My mind is thinking all sorts of awful gruesome stuff and it won't stop.
I've got a lot of tricky stuff going on at the moment but I've coped with it all and was plodding on. However, this has floored me. I cannot stop crying for my poor boy.
I don't know how to pick myself up and go on today. I'm sorry, I know that sounds pathetic and selfish as at least I'm warm and well unlike my cat.
I'd do anything, anything to know he was ok.
I know even the power of mumsnet can't bring him home but any wise words or suggestions as how I cope would be so gratefully received.