Gone Into the Night - So what?

Yep! Millhouse went walk about last night. He always gets impatient around half past nine for his supper, and last night decided to nip out into the night air (about 3 degrees C) to find a starter for himself. Well, he's done that before but usually gets back at ten thirty for his main course. Last night at said time; no Millhouse! It annoyed me because it means I have to wait for my supper too. The reason being that if the humans had put both meals out then naturally I would have eaten both. 'All's fair in love and war,' I say, and anyway I'm a bloomin' cat. What do you expect?
My house is pretty laise-faire about when we're in or out (Well the humans have had teenager humans so they know all about creatures of the night), but when we cats do something unusual they do fret so.
After a while I got my supper, which I ate peacefully without the irritation of Millhouse sticking his head in, but the humans tutted about where Millhouse could be. You know - perhaps he's shut in someone's shed - got run over etc. They just don't trust us to be sensible you see. They went to bed after a few calls out of the back door. No Millhouse to be seen.
In the morning Millhouse was still absent so I had my breakfast in peace. Now the humans were more concerned and wandered out into the lane in their dressing gowns; much to my embarrassment. Still no sign.
Eventually, at around nine in the morning, Millhouse did come home nonchalantly and requested his breakfast with bright innocent eyes.
"Where have you been?" They asked, in slightly cross tones.
True to form, he maintained the cats' rule of silence as had I, of course. Millhouse had been in during the night but I didn't tell a soul.

Herky