intruder

here we were last night, sitting slumped in the living room in front of the television, when out of the corner of my eye I vaguely noticed one of the cats come in.

“who was that?”, I asked Pete. “Dunno”, he said. And just as it dawned on me that we don’t have any large orange and white cats, I heard the sound of a Very Cross Esk from the hall.

on further investigation, it turned out the large orange and white cat was actually a small orange and white King Charles spaniel, who was quite merrily investigating the front door, while Esk growled at her.

Pete picked her up and carried her down the garden to the road, where her owner was rather anxiously looking for her. Esk is still in a strop.