"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.
