Miu Miu Lost and Found.

Almost the last picture we have of Miu Miu - from Jaime's uber-chio Olympus Pen.

Oh sweet relief. Just when we thought we were going to be sleepless and sad for the next few weeks, I spotted something darting across the car-park. I turned the torch in the direction of the moving shape. Cat eyes glowed back. I thought it might be another false alarm after the last 3 but went over anyway, hanging on to a thin sliver of remaining hope. The slinky outline looked familiar. I called out "Miu Miu!" He did not run. He stood there tentatively, probably assessing the situation. The light from my torch fell on him. I couldn't believe my eyes, pink nose! I had found my cat, after 5 frantic hours of searching under cars, lifting up drain caps and sticking my head into sewers. Even Jaime came down, all the way from Hougang, to join in the search and when we found him, she almost cried tears of joy. Although I had not given up the search, I was expecting the worse, my thoughts running wild that he might have climbed into the bonnet of a car that had driven off and burnt to death by the heat of the engine.

When I got closer. He darted under a red car, license plate no. 1297; 4D tomorrow. Don't panic, I told myself, this time, get it right. I didn't want him to run off again. He had calmed down a lot compared to 5 hours earlier, just after his operation; when he was disoriented, confused and scared, but I wasn't taking any chances. I had to have a plan. We had to surround him. So I called home for reinforcements, and 10 minutes later, we extricated him from beneath the car. My brother literally pulled him out by the scruff of his neck. Miu Miu - Lost and Found.

Oh the relief. Sweet sweet relief.