Hi Jen and Wolf.
To my absolute amazement he did! I spent most of Wednesday night walking the streets (I walked about 6 miles) calling him, and eventually turned in at 3am. By this point I had completely given up hope of ever seeing him again and was convinced he had eaten poison and gone off to die. I slept on the sofa that night and at 6am, an exhausted, scared, bedraggled, dehydrated, starving little thing crawled in through the cat flap.
Gave him plenty to drink and food little and often and by the evening he was nearly back to normal. Dunno what I am going to do with 140 leaflets that I printed off though!!
This morning the pair of them disgraced themselves. My new fella came to stay and at a rather inopportune moment, I heard an almight crash from the kitchen. Dashed downstairs to find ASBO murdering a bird. Blood and feathers everywhere. By the time I got back upstairs having dealt with the bird, Cuddles had established herself on my bed (much to the disgust of the new man). Mind you, I couldn't stay mad, they just make me laugh so much.