After writing my earlier post I wrote a note to Henry's neighbours F and W asking them to let me know the cats are being cared for.
Then I went out.
First stop Somerfields to buy tuna, second stop Henry's. The curtains were drawn in his living room and as I am no longer a key holder I used the back entrance to try and get in via the utility room. A key is usually hidden outside by a bin but no key was found so I walked right around the back and looked in through the kitchen window, all I saw was an almighty mess. After knocking on the door I hoped a cat would appear but no cat appeared so instead I sat on the step looking at cigarette ends.
I was starting to feel nauseous so I went next door and knocked. No-one was home, I left my note by their perfect pot plant.
All this hoo hah brought about a mixture of anger, sadness and then more anger so I drifted along the neighbours drive, slid into my car and sat.
Sat staring at Henry's living room windows.
Then I came home with tears on my face.