Oh my, I have had the most worrying 24 hours. Sam went missing from 6 o'clock last night and I have been in all day waiting/out looking in the woods for him thinking about foxes beating him up, or him being trapped etc and have been most upset.
So, in he walks about 5 minutes ago, smelling of burnt charcoal with a ravenous appetite? (he obviously did not like the BBQ food on offer at his party
) After his second sachet of food he is at my feet having a good old wash. If only he knew what worry he had caused me
