a faint mewing

At lunchtime, I stepped out on the patio to take the spring air, and heard a small miaow from somewhere. “That sounds like Lilliphant”, I said to Pete.

We called and called, but no sign, and then there was the noise again. Further investigation found that she had managed to get shut in the shed – she must have nipped in there when I got the fish food out this morning, and I didn’t notice when I shut the door.

I’d like to think it’ll be a lesson to her, but I bet it won’t …