Thanks people.
Eldest got back for Totaranui last night. She had no cell phone coverage, so no way to ring her, and I didn't want to send a text so she didn't find out until about 7pm.
At midnight she crawled into my bed and had a major meltdown.
Then tonight, a black cat flitted/ danced across the deck. In the twilight it was hard to see, but Daisy was sitting under Gizzy's cage, Jaz was on the back of the sofa and Garfield is, well, bright ginger. I walked to the windows and Gus looked up at me with a "It sure as hell wasn't me" look on his face.
If it was my Mo, he's found his kittenishness again in full bloom.
(On another subject, I've had 3 beers and I'm not even buzzing. Bummer.)