Then November hit. And with it came the downpours. This happened at almost exactly the same time last year and yet was still a bit of a shock to the system. The heating went on. Clothes are drying on radiators instead of out in the sun's warmth. The skies darken by 6pm. I'm reluctant to go outside. We get incredible lightning storms.
Immediately I rushed to the windows of various rooms trying to detect its location. The rain lashed down but its cries were still audible over the falling drops - distressed and pulling at my heart strings. Where was she? Why was she alone in the cold? What could I do?
Later that night, having not discovered her whereabouts, we were getting into bed, AM drifting off to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, me still slightly upset and not quite ready for slumber. From outside the cries started again. It was cold. Dark. Very wet. Several times I almost got up to go out in search, until suddenly the meowing stopped around 2am and I too drifted off.
In the meantime I may find it hard to blog about anything else...