I made it home safe last night, which was good. The next-door-but-one-neighbour's cat was pottering about outside on the street, so as soon as I opened our front door it leapt into our house and wandered into the lounge where Alison was watching "The greatest 80's TV moments" on Channel 5. Quality telly.
The cat stayed with us for the next two hours. It was purring like crazy. We fed it some turkey breast ham stuff which it liked, and then it lay around on my lap and tried to fall asleep. It clawed me a bit when I made the mistake of moving - heaven forbird - and it had another go at me when Alison cleaned it's eye, which was looking a bit grubby. We had to tell it off for trying to pull the speakers off the windowsill and looking at the shelves like it wanted to climb then, but besides that it was all good.
I think we'll have to get a pet cat when we get a house of our own.
