I was woken early this morning from a deep sleep by a hand on my shoulder. It was my husband, standing there fully dressed. He said,
"Fat 'n' Fluff was scratching at the window and he looks frightened, so I let him in .. I don't think he's hurt or anything but you'd better come and look "
I dragged myself a layer closer to compos mentis, sat halfway up and mumbled that couldn't he just give the cat some grub to be going on with. With a neat side step and a shuffle worthy of Ali he said "I'm going to work.." and was down the stairs and out the front door. Fine. As in - "Hello, possible injured cat downstairs, 'Byeeee.." There wasn't, it was windy out and he just wanted an early breakfast - but I was very awake.
Well - Good Morning, Fat 'n' Fluff .
This cat is our neighbourhood version of a serial bigamist. He is a large long-haired ginger and white Casanova, with such a lovely face that no human, female or male, can resist his wiles. He has a permanent expression of slight concern that is so endearing you are instantly seduced.