Cogs can think.

I’m feeling worried. This is the first time I’m truly feeling worried ever since my mother got sick. I nearly forgot how it felt.

Twiek has been outside, away, for nearly seven hours now. That’s not unusual for a cat. It is, however, unusual for Twiek. This cat is now nearly two, and he’s never been outside for much longer than ten minutes. He hates going outside, he’s terribly afraid of all the ‘outside stuff’. Sometimes he does run outside, but he barely ever leaves the recessed entry of my front door. He usually gets scared shitless because, I don’t know, a leaf fell down. And then I’m stuck with a scared cat with a puffed tail. Which looks totally cute, by the way.

And now he’s been away for SEVEN HOURS. And it’s been pitch-dark for three hours now.

I’m worried something happened to him. I know my cat well, and this isn’t like him at all. He’s a very pretty cat, and someone might easily mistake him for a thoroughbred - and theft of thoroughbred cats is quite common in The Netherlands, since thoroughbreds are worth an awful lot of money.

I don’t think I’ll be doing much sleep tonight if he doesn’t show up soon.

Update: I can go safe to sleep. I opened my backyard door for the 127241th time, and this time, he came walking in. Pretty as ever. I wonder where he spent those 8+ hours?