Beneath the stains of time the felines disappear

I spent most of yesterday in bed - sometimes with the girls, sometimes not - but when I came to feed them this morning, only Tilda came. There was a meowing from somewhere and it appeared to be outside. Looking outside I could see a tortoiseshell. Marlowe? She wouldn't jump through the window I opened, so I went to find clothes and keys. No sign.

When I come back indoors - there she is.


The only thing I can think is that she got through the letter box.