Still no cat. I've been told of about 87 different cats who wandered off for days/weeks then returned, but I don't want me and the kids to live on false hope for ages.
My husband rang last night and persuaded me to go for a drink with him, greatly against my better judgement and the advice of my friends at work. I'd been thinking through the day that I did kind of miss having someone to lean on, given the whole cat situation. Realised my mistake virtually the second we met up though.
He was creepy, manipulative, asked me a barrage of pointless questions, then turned nasty and accused me of lying, cheating and robbing my children of food. Thankfully my 10 year old daughter rang after half an hour, distraught about the cat and begging me to come home. (I don't mean I'm thankful she was distraught, that was upsetting, just really glad to have an excuse to leave.)
It was such a huge relief to get back to our new house. It may not have cooker, washer, carpets or much else, but it is so great. My son said last night that he was in the kitchen and just suddenly felt overwhelmed with the sense of how great it all is.