Today the dogs and I were just leaving the Dene underneath Armstrong Bridge to come home, when we were greeted ecstatically by a small striped cat. Perhaps she was waiting for us; she had been in the house when we set off.
She was gracious enough to return home with us.
Tosca (the dot in the distance) led the way. She always speeds up when we are homeward bound.
Millie had to stop several times to do her happy roll on the pavement. She seemed perfectly at ease so far away from home.
I'm always amazed by how little we know about our cats' lives when they're out of the house. And I try not to lose sleep over it. However, adventurous Millie is responsible for much of my grey hair.
My Wild Child.