July 17, 2009
It's not normal for a cat to hang out in the rain. The grey creature is very noisy, too – complains loudly outside and will not be ignored, as if it had some right to our attention. Of course I cave in, and on the second day Andrew finds me with the cat sat firmly on the chair next to me, looking innocent. We both get disapproving looks, and the cat gets the hint and disappears. I put a ribbon with my number around its neck and get a text back, apparently we're not the only house it's been visiting, cunning!