“What’s that?”

.... the chamois seemed to be saying as Preston, the giant kitten, who had decided to follow me on my walk today, appeared. He stood stock still with his tail up (poor extra, but you get the idea) also saying, “What’s that? Unfortunately he heard deer in the forest above and shot back the way he had come, running much faster than I could. I was so scared that he might run onto the road. I walked back up the road home calling him of course, and he eventually walked onto the drive, thank goodness! Too much excitement for both of us, he has been flat out sleeping for about five hours.

Thanks so much for all your bouquetin love yesterday, I hope Preston never follows me that far!