|Current music:||Leaving Me Now - Level 42|
Well, as followers of H's FB will know, we had a return visitor to our garage last night. It appears to be a silver British Spotted Shorthair with one eye (the other side was so smooth I can only presume it was born that way). H found it when he went to repair his bike last night and ended up spending over an hour with it while he carried out said repairs. When he tried to stroke it, it batted his hand in a no-no-no-don't-touch-me kind of way, but with claws sheathed. Of course, he then bribed it with food and it permitted him to stroke it then. H claims it is female but the jury's out on that one. It had gone by the time I checked the garage around lunchtime as the latest batch of food and water is uneaten and I pulled the garage door down to discourage re-entry in case someone is actually waiting for it to come home, but it was sweet to be adopted for a little while...