Cats are creatures of habit and like routine, that’s probably why I get on so well with them. Anyway, over the last few weeks me and the new kid have fallen into a routine.

Basically he comes and goes as he pleases, and I am on hand to provide food, water and attention whenever he demands it. Sound familiar?!

Last week a lady called round to see if he was hers. She’d heard on the grapevine that I’d found a black and white cat. Actually he’s grey tabby and white, but must have  changed colour in some kind of feline version of ‘chinese whispers’.

As soon as she saw him she knew he wasn’t hers, but we had a nice long chat and she went on her way. Her cat had disappeared over 12 months ago. I admired her devotion, and was sorry I couldn’t help. Having said that she still had another 11 cats to go home to!

Sometimes I don’t see him all day, and start to worry, other days he’s here all the time. Sometimes he spends the night in the conservatory, sometimes he doesn’t.

I love gardening and Dulcie always used to help me as I went around weeding etc. My new friend soon gets bored and when he’s had enough just disappears without a word, until he’s hungry.

Cats. Don’t you just love ’em!

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