Roger ran away for 6 days - but came back. That was a horrible ordeal.
I decided to pull out of a trade me purchase because I can not afford the bother so close to the wedding - consequently getting the first bad feedback ever. That was liberating actually, like getting away with murder.
And I am learning how to fold a cotton napkin, in amongst the other 210 things I have to do; ie. like continue to provide good midwifery care to the woman of Dannevirke and surrounding rural areas (baby #33 last night just FYI). Mind you I'm not complaining. It was a beautiful birth and the little fellow had the most elf ling ears I have ever seen, and besides I love my job and at the moment it is an escape from the wedding planning nightmares.
Justin and I are coping better with our Roger back though. Things were looking pretty rough there for a few days, we were beginning to crack under the pressure of possibly losing our independent co-ruler. It's no lie - Roger is the glue. Lucky is the dictator. But since his return - our universe has order once again. The wedding will go ahead as planned. All Hail Roger.
21/2/2011 - addit - Pete, our neighbour and good friend, has kindly offered the explanation to Roger the Cat's disappearance as one of even more horror than ever first imagined. Pete states that cat's, especially enthusiastic and gifted hunting ones, will sometimes go down a rabbit hole and find themselves increased in habitus; more so than first realised on entering the said 'warren' or 'death den', and then are forced to wait it out for several days (in Roger's case indeed almost 7 exactly) until they have shed a few pounds and then are able to thinly back themselves out of the sarcophagus that nearly claimed their existence, except for the sheer determination to starve oneself to redemption.
Roger did come back but a shadow of his former self - Justin and I did muse that it was strange, given that he is a stealthy hunter as to why he would not be able to fend for himself while presumed 'lost in the wilderness'. It turns out he was probably not more than 5 to 10 metres from where we dined and lamented over his absence, wedged in a hole, hungry and pissed right off I imagine.
Roger did come back but a shadow of his former self - Justin and I did muse that it was strange, given that he is a stealthy hunter as to why he would not be able to fend for himself while presumed 'lost in the wilderness'. It turns out he was probably not more than 5 to 10 metres from where we dined and lamented over his absence, wedged in a hole, hungry and pissed right off I imagine.
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