The wanderer returned

At some point before noon (which is when I went to the kitchen) the side door was blown open by Storm Jocelyn, and Stella made her escape. 

After much searching and shouting, George and I eventually went to the police station to see if she'd been reported or handed in. It turned out someone had seen her wandering through the wind and rain and taken her to a vet (not ours). The vet had scanned her chip and then let the police know, 

Good to get her back. 

Can't decide whether she looks chastened or indignant in this.