Jet

I met my daughter in the park for some soup on a very dull day. We went back to her place to catch up in the warm. I am staying for supper before I go home.
Jet is sleeping in her chosen outdoor space for the moment. My daughter washes the blankets and puts a hot water bottle in so she is warm at night. She often moves to another cat box and sometimes comes in for a stroke and play. She is a lovely feral cat.
December tomorrow I can’t believe it.