"Hello" I said.
"Mew"
"Are you here to greet me?"
"Mew"
"Is there a key under the door mat?"
"Mew"
And there was!
So I let myself (and Rosie) in and within minutes we're snuggling together on the sofa. About half an hour later my host arrived home, the first thing I said to her was "Hello, this isn't your cat is it?"
"...no."
It turns out Rosie lives next door but knows (like any cat) that she actually owns the street. Apparently she is happy enough to come and go when she pleases and doesn't mind whether it's her own house or someone else's.
Ah Rosie, I hope I see you tomorrow.
A house isn't a home without a cat! X
ReplyDeleteI loved that story! Any other cat pictures you want to share? Hmmmm? Love mum xx
ReplyDeleteAha! just figured out how to follow you on the laptop... slow I know, just seen the most awesome pics of you at the zoo with the big cats!!!!! A-mazing!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a purrfect welcome! Stunning looking cat, obviously felt at ease with you and took you under his/her wing for a little while. Such blessings!
ReplyDeleteBecky xx Jasmine xx
I've got a Rosie- except his names Splodge and hes on my sofa EVERYDAY when I get home. Clive also invited next doors cat round for tea the other day- turns out the big old bruiser is called Mittins which must be very embarrassing for him.
ReplyDeleteReally want some dinosaur pasta right now, curled up on a giant cinema chair. Also I was thinking about the name Wellington, and thought how we should name more places after footwear- I wonder if there is a Brogue or a Loafer?
Love Jamie xx
That's a very handsome cat
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