The moving of cats

The house move has generally been great but the moving of cats is difficult.
Yesterday I lost a cat. Lucy, the one who drinks out of the toilet. Searched the house several times then assumed I must have imagined the bedtime cuddle we had last night. Late night news on the BBC I think, something about Mandella, Blair or someone. Wracked my brain. Yes I kept her in. Are you sure? Yes, or maybe not ...
Flushed down the loo? Trapped somewhere in the new house? It's a barn of a place after all. I keep my bike in the bathroom. Did she slip by when I went out to take the photo of the hare last night.
All is well though.