We got home from work and only Tabasco was inside.
The cat netting somehow had a tear - it's really abrasive, tough material - the dogs are inside during the day and cats' claws aren't capable of tearing it so I don't know what on earth happened. Luckily Jasmine heard us and came from her hidey hole. She was OK but really freaked out and covered in cobwebs and gunk.
Shane found Pickles who was in the same condition, but luckily both weren't bleeding or anything.
We couldn't find Mini. It was warm in the afternoon and the paddock behind our house has waist-high grass so we had to wait for any snakes to leave. We knocked on doors, checked people's yards, the freaking animal aid wouldn't answer and doesn't have an answering machine, traipsed up and down that paddock for hours and just couldn't find him. A neighbour said he saw a cat eyeing off his chickens (that raised a small smile) at about 2pm so it had to be Mini. At least we had some hope that was in the area.
We had some dinner and waited for all the neighbourhood noises to die down and had another hunt in the dark. Finally I heard a little 'mow' amongst the junk in next door's shed. Yay! Shane removed some fence pailings so we could get him out. Then he got spooked and slashed my neck and took off again. Luckily he saw reason and came back.
I swear to god I was hugging him and crying while thinking of wringing his little meezer neck - the devil!
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