YES! TB IS RETURNED!

YES! YES! YES!

TB is returned to us! Thinner. Sore of paw. Incredibly dirty. But DELIRIOUS with happiness.

The really nice policeman who lives in our village turned up yesterday evening with TB in tow. He was hugged by just about everyone including Myself. (Which made his trousers rather white when I rubbed against them.) Then we all took turns to hug TB. Its tail didn't stop wagging and it was so happy it went all squirmy.

TB was found part way up the M11, several miles north of Cambridge, sitting on the verge and howling. How it got there will forever remain a mystery but it is SO GOOD to have it back. Its paws are very sore and it hasn't stopped eating yet. today They are going to buy it a new collar to say Welcome Home.

She brought That Fluffy Rug (that caused all the upset) out of the living room and insisted TB sat on it. Think it now belongs to TB for ever and ever. Then She burst into tears and had to be comforted by Him. At which point it became very necessary for Myself to go home. (Cannot stand that sort of noisy fuss.) Shall call by later to remind it how much we have missed it.