There was a tap-tap-tapping noise at the window, a whiskered face peering in through the rain-spattered glass. I stared back. The face began to move, and I heard the pitiful yeowls of a drenched, windswept thing asking to be let into the brightly lit, warm room it could see beyond the glass.
OK, I thought, it'll be fine, just this once to be nice, and I'll probably never see it again anyway. I got up out of my seat, took the key from the pot, and went to unlock the conservatory door. No sooner had I opened it then a matted ball of fur on four legs shot past me...

...Several weeks, lots of cuddles, and several tasty treats (oops, they just fell into my shopping basket, I swear!) later, the friendliest cat in the neighbourhood is showing no signs of giving up her almost daily visit to my house. She arrives exactly when she pleases, sitting patiently on the windowsill until I let her in, and she proceeds to pad around the house until she is satisfied that everything is in order. Then she'll either curl up on the sofa and go to sleep, come and chat to me whilst I work, or demand to be let back out again, and she'll go on her merry way. She probably does this at every house along the street, and gets fed at every house along the street too I'd wager, judging from her pretty rotund belly!

Having kept cats as pets when I was a child, I find that having the cat around (I call her Mabel, although I'm not actually certain if she's a boy or a girl, and if you know me then you'll know the story of our cat called Willow who had to have an abrupt name-change to Willum when the vet informed us that he was a boy!) is incredibly calming and theraputic. She totally changes the way I work when she's here checking up on me, letting me allow myself a break from the computer screen without me even realising it, and sometimes even stopping me from working altogether by sitting on whatever it is that I'm trying to do!
She's got me right where she wants me, that cat, and I'm totally ruled by her, but I wouldn't have it any other way. She never stays for more than a couple of hours, and I know that she must have an owner who loves her very much, as she is the most docile and good-natured cat ever, but it sure is nice to borrow her for a bit whenever she allows.
Now to persuade the Mister to give in and let us get a cat of our own...!
Much love,
Emmalemonade xx