I've Been a Bad Boy ...

The day got off to a bad start - with a loud bang on the bedroom window which woke us. I suppose a large bird, probably a pigeon, flew into it. There was no sign of a casualty. I got up  - it was time to.

Normally I walk in to the kitchen to an enthusiastic reception from the felines. Most unusually this morning there was only Percy. I fed him and waited ... and began to worry. I walked up to the top of the garden and down to the end (in nightie and wellies, hoping not to encounter the post, though I think she wouldn't have thought it all strange). Still no sign. I got dressed and walked up the road to the top gate and down again, doing the 'puss-puss-pussy' chant (again, unobserved, thank goodness for school holidays, no one passed me). I walk back down the hill, no sign, no trace of anything untoward, started up the empty driveway, turned to look behind and there he was, a couple of yards behind me, tail in the air ... sedately marching along. He could only have come from under the hedge which separates us from our very strange neighbour. 

Back home, he wasn't terribly interested in breakfast, but retreated to the sofa and resumed his normal routine of a snooze till around 4pm.

I wonder if the Wicked Witch of the East is feeding him?