Once again Cat is back early after leaving at 8.15pm and returning at 10.30pm. Think he’s realised being indoors beats walking the streets all night. Also adds strength to the idea that he doesn’t have owners or a home anywhere else. Being home early does have it’s own problems.
Going to bed is a nightmare because he wants to wrestle my feet when I get under the quilt. He also grabs my ‘pyjama’ top when I try to put it on and we end up with a game of tuggy! He’s also taken to standing on my chest so he can pounce on the tiny moths that come in.
On the bright side he’s very good at catching the moths and trying to squash them up the wall. Oh well, he’s a happy cat.
