Bakunin
I am Noodle's bitch.
Fluffy has been renamed Vinnie, and has escaped from his foster home! So now he is having to fend for himself in an area miles away that he doesn't know. I don't know if that is better or worse than being in an area he knows but keeps getting beaten up in
At least here he could come in for food and rest.
Fluffy/Vinnie might possibly turn up back at yours. When we took Midnight in to be checked for a chip before we moved the vet found one and so we had to leave her at the vet's to be returned to her original people. Ten rather depressing days later, including a phone call from the vet to tell us how delighted her people were, I'm sat on the sofa working when I hear a familiar voice outside the front door. Her Majesty demanded the door be opened, called me all the bastards under the sun for having been taken away from us, gave me that especially boggy look that only an angry cat can deliver and then trooped into the kitchen, sat by the spot where her dish used to be and promptly demanded to be fed.
I fed her, called the vet, the vet called her original people and passed our number on to them and they called neither the vet nor us to bother seeing if she'd turned up. Hence, we now have a permanent feline overlord in the form of the mighty Midnight.
And she's still asleep in the bathroom sink for some reason.