First Footing

The rain was teeming down when we saw this little lad peering through the French door, he was so wet and miserable that I invited him in. He's our First Foot (or four), first visitor of the New Year.

This is N from next door and he doesn't have a cat flap but is familiar enough to come in and have a look around in case there's any spare catfood going (of course there isn't nowadays, but that didn't stop him checking out the feeding area).

I sent a WhatsApp message to.let his folks know where he was, as he's well-known for wandering but after sprucing himself up and making doubly sure that there was neither food nor playmate, he decided to risk the elements and exited via our cat flap. Twice.

The forecast snow arrived in plenty and began to settle but the ground was too wet for it to accumulate; the little that remained on the lawn is chilling under a starry sky. I doubt N will be concerned and will be doing his rounds as usual in the morning.