No photos yet, we have a wandering boy??( not identified as such yet) at our place. Large, Ginger and white, and very fluffy. He comes in at 10.30 p.m. samples left -overs on Felicity’s plate, wanders to our bedroom, nibbles her biscuits, then strolls out again.Hugh thinks we should adopt him.
I wonder what Tom would think, as he adopted us, and strolled in and out for some years.
Quotation of the day, from Charles Dickens
“What greater gift than the love of a cat?”
Greetings from Jean