Recently Tiger has been disappearing, often for hours, off to god-knows-where. Nobody let him (her?) out, but he will just disappear. Like he's somewhere in the house, but nobody knows where. My housemates and I looked for him everywhere, then he would suddenly show up and no one'll know where he has been.
I like to think he's been to Narnia, where he's probably better fed than he is here. By better fed I mean more rats to catch. Of course, there are no rats for him to catch here, so he's probably happier there.
Then he has to come back to this really boring place where the weather is bipolar and no rats run around in swarms. He meow at me, probably missing the place. So I put my iPod on speaker, and he went off to dreamland on my duvet.
Terms starts tomorrow. I'm just really bored right now.
