Friday night, not long before bedtime, the temperature dropped and I went to close the back door. Naturally Rupert was there and making quite a scene, but that's not unusual - he loves to talk to the moths.
But it wasn't a moth he was talking to this time.
I brought her out a dish of food, and though she sniffed it, she didn't eat it. She did have a few cat treats, but she was far more interested in the nip patch. After about half an hour she went on her way. While she was beautiful, I didn't think much more about her. It's not unusual for neighbourhood cats to wander through.
But the next morning, I went out to pick some raspberries for breakfast, when all of a sudden I turned around and there she was again...