I got a knock on the door yesterday from the owner of Monty's friend. It turns out that his kitty friend lives 4 doors down from me, which i didn't know. This guy knew my cats name was Monty (which immediatley worried me because it occurred to me that the only reason he would know that was if Monty had been up to his usual trick of wandering into peoples houses). Anyway, so the guy also knew that his cat had my cat as a play mate. Anyway, so i said, yes, Monty is my cat, i don't know where he is though..."oh, he is in my gaden" the guy said...here it comes i thought, expecting the next line to be "do you think you could come and remove your cat from my sink/cooker/bedroom...etc. But no..it was worse than that. Apparantly Monty's friend has gone missing. I'm quite sad about that actually. I came home today to find a note, obviously one that has been distributed to the neighbourhood asking to check sheds etc in case he is in there. Monty doesn't look slightly bothered, but he is a cat, what can you expect! I hope Monty's friend is ok and he comes home soon, because as it stands, it looks like i was one of the last people to see him - and no, i am not a prime suspect!!