So I'm sitting on the sofa, Boush curled up next to me, Purdy on the footstool waiting, and Mr. Tabby pops in. As with most previous times I've seen him, he strolls in through conservatory, gets to the door, sees me there. Oh. umm. actually, he'll come back later. Turns round, and strolls out again... promptly followed by Purdy jumping down
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