I've lost my cat. Well, 'lost' might be a bit strong and it may be closer to the truth to say, "He hasn't come home. Yet." Jpeg (my cat) is never further away than the sound of a tin opening and is an emotionally needy little thing. He's not exactly 'brave' and is no match for warning off the regular cat-visitors I find in my garden, never mind the ones I find on my various windowsills from time to time... My "interchangeable, unofficial, third cat" I like to call them... My other cat, Capcom is doing a very bad impression of Lassie at the minute. Meowing a lot, letting me know that something/someone is missing but falls down at the "pointing the way" aspect of the scene. Poor old Capcom and his wobbly brain, head and body. Lack of oxygen to the brain when he was born. Imagine that scene in Bambi when the little foal learns to walk. That's ole Capcom on a bad day. Come home JPeg!