May The Flower Mask My Shame

I may end up wearing the Ribbons Of Shame after telling you this.

I got up this morning and got ready for work and I opened the door to the flat. I was a bit confused, I couldn't understand how Munni was in the stair. I mean, if she was in the stair then that must mean she-was-out-there-all-night.

I had been a bit surprised at how quiet she was for most of last night. I just thought she was off sleeping in my wardrobe - like she does every day. But somehow, she must have got out - either when I went down into the cellar or when Moot was let out a bit later for his "why isn't there any grass in the stairwell anymore?" nose around. We don't know when, but she must have slipped out unnoticed.

And stayed out in the stairwell. All night.

I have never felt like such a heel. A Bad Man.

I'm incredibly grateful that I live in a house where the neighbours are few, quiet and well behaved. I'm incredibly relieved that Munni didn't spend the night wandering around and howling. But more than anything I'm just delighted that nothing happened to her and she ran into the flat, glad to be home.

You can be sure that I'll be checking that she's in every night from now on. And to be doubly sure, twice.

After that, I'm lucky I wasn't struck down dead by the Spirit Who Watches Over Mistreated Cats.

Still feel absolutely rotten about it. Mind you, she's asleep in her nest and it doesn't look like she's having nightmares.