This is Little Ginger Cat. She lives around here somewhere and likes to look in on me from time to time when I'm at home. Sometimes she is at the door waiting for me when I get home. She has a quick mooch around, ten minutes snooze on the spare bed and then she's off again till next time.
Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
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Lucky little creature!
Cheeky little devil! You gotta love her nerve! I wonder how many other homes in the neighbourhood are on her list of b&b's?
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