Lost cat

Dad was sitting in a folding chair by the open kitchen door, looking out into the dark. He was worried he had upset the cat and she wouldn't come home. "Of course she'll come home," I said, "Don't worry." He smiled as best he could and said, "I know she will. I'm just daft, you know that." All through the night I heard him shaking the bag of treats. I thought about the time I got lost in the shopping centre and he didn't even notice. Curled at my feet, the cat was the only one asleep.