My cat once disappeared. I was beyond myself, called my friend who doubted it was me who was on the phone despite seeing my name on her display but with a voice she had never heard before bc I was in so much distress. I walked around like a zombie for days. Thank god she was found and looked a bit rough. She hates the fireworks, too and I always prepare a box with blankets that put any rock stars's studio to shame and she stays there all the time until everything has stopped. I plan ahead bc the dates are...erm...well-known...
I also started to doubt JM because after kittengate she went to Edinburgh and was clearly on a high. None of my friends who had lost pets would have been in such an upbeat state.