That cats are like Jehovah's Witnesses.
Reason being is that this time last year we somehow managed to adopt a cat for about 3 weeks. Actually it started on Boxing Day, when we returned with presents, opened the door and were surprised to see a moggie invite himself in, traipse round the house and then declare himself very much at home.
Every day when we opened the door, there he'd be and duly he would let himself in, take all milk and food offered and generally lounge around like he owned the place. In the words of the Young MC he "Chilled like a resident, because I make myself at home no matter where I am".
So anyhow, after weeks of wondering where the fuck he came from, his proper family (from over the road) returned and we barely ever see him again.
However, here we come to the crunch of this cautionary tale. A few days before I left we were besieged by another lost little feline, who had encamped in the bushes outside our front door and miaowed plaintively whenever anyone approached. Shy at first, she's now managed to get her feet under the table and is happily making herself at home - but what I want to know is how did she know?
I reckon Joni the little traitor give her the lowdown that we open the door
Reason being is that this time last year we somehow managed to adopt a cat for about 3 weeks. Actually it started on Boxing Day, when we returned with presents, opened the door and were surprised to see a moggie invite himself in, traipse round the house and then declare himself very much at home.
Every day when we opened the door, there he'd be and duly he would let himself in, take all milk and food offered and generally lounge around like he owned the place. In the words of the Young MC he "Chilled like a resident, because I make myself at home no matter where I am".
So anyhow, after weeks of wondering where the fuck he came from, his proper family (from over the road) returned and we barely ever see him again.
However, here we come to the crunch of this cautionary tale. A few days before I left we were besieged by another lost little feline, who had encamped in the bushes outside our front door and miaowed plaintively whenever anyone approached. Shy at first, she's now managed to get her feet under the table and is happily making herself at home - but what I want to know is how did she know?
I reckon Joni the little traitor give her the lowdown that we open the door
