Smeagol has been missing for some weeks after a bout of confused behavior. I figured he'd forgotten where he lived, met misadventure, or adopted another family. Turns out it's the latter.
He's found a chef to make his meals and an open fire to sleep next to and a big pile of people to cuddle him. Not sure I can compete with that ... well, clearly I haven't! I'll go meet with them and see what their intentions are, if they want a cat I guess he can stay.
Meantime - my ex will be bringing her cat with her - a giant soppy tom called Orlando. Probably for the best.