For the second night in a row we’ve had a stray cat in the house. He has been visiting us regularly for about a year now, I only ever catch glimpses of him in the garden, a grimy big white cat with black ears and tail.
He mews mournfully as he wanders thru the house late at night and early in the mornings. The night before last at 1am Stole joined in with warning growls on guard duty at the top of the stairs. This morning at 4:30am he must have been in my bedroom from the sound of the meows, I didn’t move, he’s scared of people, just listened to his woeful meows as he wandered off again like a ghost in the night.
This was the cat I saw on the Lane last year when I went looking for Babe. I asked him to send her home if he saw her and a day later she was back home. So now he is welcome to come in the house and help himself to the leftover food.
