I woke up to a load of noise downstairs, went to investigate assuming it was my cat… who I couldn’t see. No problem, I thought.

Stood in the kitchen making a cuppa and I hear a very sorry meow, so obviously assumed my poor boy was hurt!

No. Completely wrong. Some random cat is sat on the windowsill in my living room. Dead lovely little thing that enjoyed a bit of fuss before I let it back out into the world!