Oh, what a day! Still no news of Humbug, and to boot, Samy didn't show up for breakfast. I hoped it was because I got up rather late, and that she'd already gone into a bush somewhere to sleep for the day (the temperature is over 40C in the shade). I called nonetheless, but I didn't see any sign of her. Eventually supper-time rolled around, and I started yelling the cats' food call and rattling the dry food in its bag. Nothing. So I fed the others and tramped around in the 38 degree heat (and only a few minutes from sunset) in the garrigue, banging on a bowl with a spoon and continuing calling her, and Humbug. Still nothing. I was feeling weak and literally trembling at the knees, thinking of all the things that could have happened to her, and dreading discovering either of their bodies. Eventually I went back to the house, sweaty and covered in mosquito bites. I asked my sister if she'd seen her - no - and turned to go down and have one more look along the garden hedge. Then, a cry from my sister - Samy! The goof had turned up from who knows where and began wolfing down her food. Thank goodness we've got her back at least!