Little by little, a neighbour’s cat has adopted Ron and me as friends. For months, it’s hung around our front garden, often sneaking onto the verandah, and curling up.
Its sleek black coat made it hard to see at night, and more than once I don’t know who was more surprised: puss or me: when our paths crossed under the starlight.
Today, I stroked it for the first time, and it seemed to luxuriate with pleasure, coming back later for a second helping. It even ventured into our hallway when the door was briefly left ajar.
Cats decide who they like, and it seems that the beautiful black furry girl has chosen us!