We finally let the cats outside last night. They have been hiding every day and crying to go outside every night so we thought it would be the best time to do it. It was a quiet Sunday night. Out the cats go. Simple. We were woken in the middle of the night by one of the biggest electrical storms I have ever heard. Thunder and lightning flashing and rolling through the sky. Rastus apparently went out because he was wet but had the brains to turn tail and head for home at the first sign of noise. Ginga (said with hard g’s) was not so bright. He’s missing. He may have taken fright at the thunder and hid somewhere really well – I certainly can’t find him. I’ve gone up the street with cat treats, calling his name. I’m also worried he might try head to the old house, he lived there for 3 of his 3 1/2 yrs. It’s 10 minutes away by car, and a hell of a lot longer by cat legs. I’ve called three vets to register him as lost, just in case. I’ve placed an ad on http://www.petsonthenet.co.nz just in case. This isn’t like him and we’re really worried.