He’s not been seen since 4 this afternoon, there’s deep snow here and temps dropping to around -10°.

I’ve been out twice looking for him in the garden, and was going out to check the drainage ditches in case he had fallen into one and couldn’t get out.

Opened the door, and he reluctantly saunters in, licks his bowl to a shine, eats his own weight in cat biscuits and makes a beeline to the door to go out again.

He’s now grounded until he is 27.