Prowling

This is not my cat. It was at the school when I went to pick up my son. It had its leg caught through its collar which didn't seem to bother it or stop it climbing up the tree but we sorted it for him/her.

It brought back childhood memories of my neighbours Tabby cat Sam that I was absolutely terrified of. He would ambush me from under the fir trees often biting my ankles when I called round to play and used to jump on the gate after I had fed him when my neighbours were away and then try and jump on me....... and I don't think it was to give me a goodbye kiss. I am surprised I don't have a phobia!