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In which Petersen is missing and then trapped

(This story ends well).

When Burfit woke up on Saturday morning he asked if I’d seen Petersen. I had not.

It transpired that neither of us had seen her since Thursday morning. Both Baxter and Petersen disappear for what feels like quite a while from time-to-time but two days was getting straight into worry territory.

After breakfast Burfit set out with the treat bag, shaking it and calling Petersen’s name. After a fairly short search he found her.

She was stuck inside our neighbours’ house.

They must have gone away for a few nights and not realised that she’d snuck in. Our neighbours have security screens so they’d left the windows open which was nice, so at least she had air. But we weren’t sure exactly how long she’d been there or when they were coming home.

After Burfit came home and told me what he knew, we realised we only had the first name of the man next door. No surname. No contact number.

Burfit went back around the house to see if there was some sort of opening through which we could slide Petersen a dish of water or something when our neighbours’ daughter drove in – hooray! We hurriedly explained – she apologised – we apologised even more – and Petersen was free.

I went back around a few minutes later with paper towels and disinfectant in case there was anything of note to take care of but Anita (we have all their names and contact numbers now) told me not to worry.

Stupid cat.

petersen's on the fence

Ahh fudge

Boss: So, I hear you’re the one who made that amazing fudge yesterday.

Me: Yep.

Boss: And I also hear you’re refusing to give out the recipe…

Me: Yep.

Boss: You know you’re on probation…?

Thank you, neighbours

Update: there is only one collar missing now!

The first two collars we got back were from our direct neighbour. Then last night we got a third collar (and registration tag!) back from people a few doors up with a note that said

…here’s Baxter’s collar, found on a rose bush next to the head and tail of a mouse! I guess the mouse fought back!


The note goes on to introduce their two cats and I learnt that the big, grey cat that hissed and spat at Baxer yesterday when she tried to make friends is called Twinkle. Ha!


Baxter is onto her 5th collar in 4 months.

We’re not sure how or where she’s losing them – she just trots back up the stairs, sans collar.

After she lost her 4th collar (within 24hrs), I decided to write a note to our neighbours up and down the street, asking them – if they’ve seen a cat collar around – to please pop it in our letter box.

We just got home and found two collars in our letter box! And get this: one of them is the first collar she had, with her council registration still attached.

Thank you, neighbours, whomever you are!