Tuesday the 10 of November my cat, Nira, ran away.

I've seen the foxes around here lurk around the streets, and og course started believing the worst of all.

My mum and I have been walking around the nearby streets, calling her name at the top of our longues.

One and a half weeks later, today, my mum was getting ready for work and heard something or someone at the door, making the doorhandle go down and bounce back up - that's what Nira's move - jump up on the doorhandle!

My mum strmed to the toor, leaving the carpet in a complete mess, and opened the door. She woke me completely by shouting my name and telling me that Nira came home.

This was at 7:14 AM or so, and I've never been this fast out of bed in a weekend before.

She's finally home, and now she's laying in my bed.

Oh I've missed her

And it seems like she's happy with being back home again, she's purring and eating, and she's laying in my bed and relaxing.

Welcome home, honey! And don't expect to go outside all day, honey! <3