Lost Luna two...

So there she was sitting on the windowsill. We rushed to open the back door and down she jumped and began to make the loudest purr I’ve ever heard. She must have been running on adrenalin because after licking our hands and faces and quickly gobbling down some food, she fell over exhausted. I picked her up. She was thin and she whined in pain when I touched her tummy. She was dirty too, covered in dust and grime. We coaxed her to drink some water and she lapped and lapped still purring as she did so. We were all smiles and relief, the dread of not-knowing dissipated as Luna wearily made her way to her igloo bed, lay down and went to sleep.

Where had she been? Had she been trapped somewhere? It looked like it, and it looked like she’d struggled to get away. Still, she was home now so we left her to sleep in her bed in the kitchen.

Next morning she was still asleep. I knelt down and stoked her and she opened her eyes and purred. You could really see how pleased she was to be home.

A couple of days on and she’s almost back to normal. She’s still not jumping as easily as she should and I think she’s still tender around her middle. Bur she's back to jumping into bags and is keen to go out but we are keeping her in for a few more days - Taking her outside on her leash in the sunshine. She still hasn’t told us what happened, where she was, or how she escaped - perhaps she’s saving that for another day. Maybe I can coax it out of her for a treatie.