For ten minutes yesterday, and five minutes today, I thought I owned a cat.

Kotchidi (I think!) visited our house for the first time yesterday, and started mewing outside our front door. I was really excited, thinking my dream had come true - a cat wanted to come live with me! She's a beautiful tortoiseshell cat, with lovely eyes, and extremely friendly personality. I spent the entire time patting her. She kept coming up to me, and lovingly rub herself all over my legs and hands.

And guess who was outside our door again tonight! We thought that she might have been lost, so we gave a call to the phone number on her collar, only to reach some weird woman working at a hostel in Weston, who kept insisting that she didn't want to buy a cat.

But it all ended well - we discovered that the relatively newish neighbour (Brett) from across the road is the owner of this gorgeous creature. I reluctantly said good night to the cat and went indoors. But Alastair told me later that when he opened the door, the cat tried to make a dash to come inside our home ;)