The Dirty Stop-out!

My cat (I have had her for ten years, since she was a tiny little rescued kitten) decided on Sunday that she would take herself off on her holidays, obviously deciding that our house was far too boring for her. She sometimes disappears for a day or two here and there (she doesn't like any loud noises at all-long story involving a mad ex-husband lol), as with Lewis being at home she was preferring to sleep in the garden. On Tuesday I noticed she hadn't appeared, and by last night I was getting really worried, as we moved house three months ago, and thought she might have decided to go back to our old house. So when Richard came home from work he trawled through the wood, the fields, the farm, while I checked the sheds and the greenhouse...I looked everywhere! And she was nowhere to be seen. We were just getting into the car to take a drive out to our old house, about 5 miles along the road, all of us with faces tripping us up, when ta-da! Smokey wandered in through the window, and looked at us as if to say "where's the food then"?!! Of course, I gave her a stern talking to (!!), all the while she sat and washed her bum. Charming. But all's well that ends well (and I caught Richard feeding her a huge plateful of tuna when I peeked through the door). The kitten looks put out however-think she thought she ruled the roost now!!