We stopped around midnight and decided to walk home, which was quite nice, as the weather is warm, but with enough of a breeze to not be uncomfortable, and it's still bright until very late at the moment.
On the way past Sainsbury's we saw a fox in the car park, which stopped the second we saw it. When I stopped too and looked at it it stared back, and then lay down flat with its nose in our direction, presumably to minimise its profile and see whether we were going to do anything threatening. Needless to say, we did nothing of the sort and just headed home.
Where we found, on opening the front door, a cat. I went in first, and saw a small white, brown, and orange beastie arriving out of the living room into the hallway at high speed. It went past me and Julie and headed out into the stair hallway, presumably to see if it could get out of the block through the back door.
I opened the kitchen window (which presumably it came in through earlier in the day, when we were airing the flat out and enjoying the warm breeze coming in that way), and we both encouraged it out. It happily leapt onto the window sill, and then paused to sniff the air, demanded a scritch behind the ears, and then departed swiftly when I closed the window behind it.
The sofa, needless to say, was covered in cat hair. Which, Julie being allergic to cats, wasn't great. She's taken sellotape to it now, but I'm curious as to where it was sleeping when we went out (because I was looking for my jumped before we left, and checked every room for it). It also managed to find a chicken thigh bone in the food recycling bin, and ate 95% of it, leaving a few bits of marrow and gristle on the bathroom mat. I know that's not the best thing for it, but there's not much I can do about it now...
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