Today the cats were out in full force. As my walk started, I thought I’d interrupted a meeting of witches and wizards after I met five cats down one lane alone. They weren’t friendly so I couldn’t get that confirmed but expected as much. After a while a semi friendly black cat allowed me a wee caress before settling down to do some business in the gutter (very conscientious I thought) - I also thought it was a good time to leave. I returned to my neighbourhood hoping for the friendliest cat in the world to be hanging out in its luscious green garden - we did a little squeak and out it popped! Bells ringing, fanfare all around, brushing up to us and wanting strokes. I love this catto! Feeling fulfilled, I headed for home only to notice another cat along the same street - a big, black cat, lying on a picnic bench, who did not take too much coaxing before it launched itself onto the low fence and was offering itself up for loving. This was by far the most amount of attention I’ve had all year from my favourite furry beasts. And I’m basking in the love. Long may it continue.