THOMAS O'TOOLE HAS COME HOME!

Last night, crying myself to sleep, I gave up hope of ever seeing Thomas again.

I was woken by a cat scratching at my bedroom door around 1:00am. Thinking it was Charlie I shooed the cat away and went to the bathroom. While I was sat on the loo, who I thought was Charlie was winding himself around my legs and purring like mad. My eldest daughter came out of her room to use the bathroom and 'Charlie' walked into her room. I reminded her to leave her door open so Charlie could get out and that's when she said those beautiful words. 'But it's Thomas!'

It was then I scooped him up into my arms and ran round the house screaming, 'IT'S THOMAS!'

My husband got up and double checked for me because I was convinced I was dreaming, but no, he confirmed it was indeed Thomas. We then all gave him a big group hug that displeased him somewhat but we were just so happy. None of us have slept as it's like Christmas come early.

Thomas is a little thinner and very very hungry and unusually for him very affectionate and purry. If only he could talk, I bet he would have a tail to tell.

Thank you again everyone for your support and advice. It helped to know people and cats where thinking of him.


Mum bean and the family xxx