Poor Mowgli

[miasmum]

forgets he isn't as young as he used to be. Just chased next doors cat, over the fence, cat leapt the pond, so did Mowgli, except Tiger made it and Mowgli didn't. My neighbour came to tell me your cat is in my garden, very wet and very cross.

I brought him home, washed him as best I could and dried him. Rang the vets to see if he needed antibiotic cover, but they thought not.

So that means Mowgli will no longer be allowed out the garden unsupervised, as he has been the last couple of years, since he stopped bothering to escape, thanks for the flipping annoying cat next door.

[meriad]

Oh dear. On the one hand but on the other hand it is a worry that he's decided to leave the garden again; albeit because he was defending his territory and chasing away another cat. But it is a worry when they don't usually do that - and (to me) probably even more worrying that he didn't scarper straight home after he fell into the pond

Hope he's regathered his pride and composure?

[Diflower]

Poor Mowgli, is he looking all sheepish?
I never had a cat that didn't go out so have no idea what they may have got up to
One of my mum's came home one Sunday with half a leg of lamb, nicely roasted, only a few slices gone, that had obviously been left to cool somewhere

[JoM]

Poor Mowgli!

Di, I remember when I was little and next door's cat came sneaking in and tucked into the roast chicken that had been just taken out of the oven and left while my Mom set the table

[lissie]

When we were first married we had a Siamese cat called Mosing (Moses for short)
We took our first pub just before Xmas and had just let Mo out after a couple of weeks.
On Xmas afternoon he came home with a whole hot roast chicken
Our next door neighbour knocked at the door to ask if we had seen anyone in her garden
as someone has stolen their Xmas dinner that she had put on the window sill to cool a bit.
We never did tell her

lissie

[miasmum]

I am sure I have told you this story before.....my mum had a set of storage jars with cork lids. One day she couldn't find one of the lids. So presumed she had thrown it out or something. Then another one went missing, then a third. So she now only has three left with lids. One day she was watching telly and she heard the cat flap go, but her William was with her. She went to go out the kitchen and she could see a cat on the work surface trying to get hold of the cork lid of one of the storage jars. It finally got it off and disappeared out the cat flap. So once William was in at night, Mum put the cat flap on in only. Sure enough after a few nights, she heard a noise crept downstairs and the cat had come back for the fifth lid but was trapped. Mum caught her, she had a collar on with her phone number which mum wrote down and then she retrieved her lid and let her go. The next day she rang them, they lived in house backing on to mum. The cat was called Tasha and they said they wondered what these cork lids were she was coming home with and they had saved them. Mum went round and got them back and moved the storage jars into the cupboard, but Tasha often popped in to see if they were still available