One of Our Assassins is Missing

Tears and snot at the Geordie Smallholding this week – the Assassin is missing. As I mentioned in a previous post, she likes to take an evening stroll with us when we take the dog out for a walk at night. She walks to heel better than Doofus.

So a few nights ago, being that I’m on charity “walk 500,000 steps for health” over the summer, I suggested to GS that we walk the mile to the main road and back to get my step count up. As usual, the Assassin joined us on our stroll. As we went further than normal, she took to overtaking us, stopping and lying down on the lane. We thought nothing of this, and simply stepped over her and continued our walk. We talked to the sheep in a field, waved to our neighbour as he cut his grass and admired the scenery.

Every time we stepped over her, she sighed, shook her head at our utter folly and trotted after us. Eventually though, she stopped dead and did not follow us. We looked back to see her sitting at the top of a slight rise, looking incredulous. We sallied on, got to the main road and turned around. Looking back at the way we had come, we could no longer see her sitting on the road. Ah, well, we thought, she will rejoin us as we pass.

But when we got to where she had stopped, there was no sign of the cat. We called and called then concluded that she was probably terrorising the local mouse population at our neighbours. We walked home.

The next morning she did not come for breakfast and to oversee the horses getting fed and chickens being let out. Strange but not that unusual, she is a busy cat with a full feline work schedule. Mice to catch, torture and eat, cat naps, that sort of thing.

She still has not returned. Tripod is worried and has even deigned to approach for a cuddle. We are trying to play it down but we are worried too, where can she be?