One of the two beautiful tabby tom kittens – adolescent now – belonging to a neighbour at the top of the hill, has found his way down the path from Headland Rd, over the railway track, down the coast path into our garden and into the house. Flo is not pleased. Neither is the gull who usually benefits from her leftovers.
The interloper ate the leftovers of Flo’s kidney diet breakfast and is hanging around determined to get back into the house, even though I have now locked the catflap. When I’m dressed I’ll carry him back up the hill. I worry that he’ll get run over by the train.