Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,
The humans are all worried tonight, and they seem to think it's my fault. Even Mum's Facebook friends seem to think it's my fault.
Last night Percy settled in nicely. He even got over his initial fear of Fanta to sleep on Mum's bed with both Mum and Fanta.
I slept on the couch. Alone. Nobody came out to comfort me.
Well, Mum got up a couple of times through the night to check on me, but Fanta and Percy came with her each time, and I didn't want to be friends with Percy, and I told Fanta I didn't want to be friends with her if she was with Percy, either.
This morning, when Mum opened the pet door, Percy went out to the yard, but he came back after sunning himself for a while, and had brushies and watched TV for a while, before wandering out again.
Mum was pretty sure he knew to come back.
It's past dinnertime and he's not back yet.
Now the humans are worrying.
Of course, Percy doesn't know when dinner time is, or when lock-up time is, so he's just staying out as late as he feels like.
But the humans are afraid that he's lost or run away, or that I have chased him away.
One of Mum's Facebook friends asked if I'd been seen with a very small shovel, in case they should be looking for a shallow grave.
Mum's already posting his picture on lost animal pages of Facebook.
I think it's all a big over-reaction. He can't really be gone. I wouldn't be that lucky.
I'm sure he's going to saunter in, in his own good time, and steal my place on the bed, boss my doggy sister around, and get attention from my humans.
Of course, he's going to stay out really late first, just to make the humans think I might have done something to him, just so they act suspiciously towards me. I can already tell he's that kind of a cat.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Totally Innocent, but Not Believed,
Supreme Feline Overlord.
Half past midnight the prodigal cat returned.
Mum killed the fatted wet food sachet for him to have a feast.
His resentful big brother (Bumpy) grumbled and complained.
Mum told the big brother to "build a bridge and get over it."
Percy is now contentedly proving his name should be "Purrrcy".