Sometimes it is better indoors

Just doing a few backblips - which can be quite bittersweet really. The outdoor cat was named Bombur - we were reading Lord of the Rings at the time and Ottawacker Junior was impressed by its size. Wasn't too long afterwards that it disappeared... probably hit by a car or eaten by a coyote. I still look for it in the back garden and give a discrete call when nobody is looking.