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Thumper, back on his favourite perch, arranged on top of his favourite person. The wanderer had been locked in a neighbours shed for at least 4 days while we started to fear the worst. Then we got the news that he'd been spotted dashing out the shed when the door was opened on New Year's Day afternoon, so did I not fling the iPad to the ground, run out into the lane, PJs akimbo and do one of those run into each other's bosies moments when I called on him and he appeared mewing his frightened call, which he saves for special occasions and emotional reunions. Purringtastic.