Yesterday there was a lovely slim silver tabby visiting our garden. She had the most remarkable orange eyes I have ever seen. She sneaked into the house when I popped out to the rubbish bin, but left when I went back into the house. There was an air of ownership around her that told me very clearly that living there for nearly fifteen years meant nothing - the house was hers. Fortunately evil cat was asleep shedding hairs on the bed upstairs, so at least there was no war.
I do have to say that if she had not worn a collar I would have been tempted to try and introduce them, as she looked very slim and the weather was quite cold. I shall see if she returns.
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