Cleo, wherefore art thou?

The other night we went to visit Craig's mum at her new-ish flat in Covent Garden, only recently she bought her cats over - they have to get familiar with their new surroundings and not go out for at least 3 weeks. Anyways, that evening she had a delivery of her new dryer and rug and the delivery men were there as we arrived. The door was open so we let ourselves in. I went straight to the cats. The ginger one, Alfie, was at his usual spot, but the other one, Cleo was nowhere to be seen...

By now the delivery men had already left, I asked Craig's mum where Cleo was, check under the duvet she says - nope. Not there. So we search everywhere, it's not a big flat and it's obvious Cleo is gone. Craig spends the next 2 hours outside frantically searching for her, Craig's mum is worried, the neighbours are concerned and i'm looking out the balcony just incase I spot her. We had given up. Craig's mum comes back indoors and is chatting to me in the living room when, lo and behold, who comes crawling out from right inside the TV unit, stretching and yawning after a long nap - yeah, Cleo!!! Oblivious to all the trouble she's caused. What a BIG relief it was and a happy ending to a hectic night. Phew. Bloody Cleo! We missed dinner because of you!