He was nowhere to be seen when I called him to come in last night, which is very unusual for little Oliver man, who, although he enjoys his outdoor pursuits and his stray look-alike friend, quite enjoys the creature comforts of his own soft bed and dish of yummy chow.
First thing this morning he was also notably absent, which was a bit worrying as he never strays very far from home and hearth. I'm not sure what he was up to, but he appeared a short time later sans collar and looking very tired and rumpled. I would love to know what he gets up to outdoors--this is the third collar he has lost so far this year!
Aah, the furries.
How I love them.