Perhaps this will satisfy you, Maxine: definitely no mention of Demonic Cummings or coronavirus, etc, but of a very nice cat. He lives somewhere in Wymond Street but looks in at our house when he feels like it — and not when it's raining or he might get his fur wet. The first time I gave him some cream which he definitely liked, but then we noticed his collar which says sternly DO NOT FEED, which should have been obvious in view of his size (he's definitely portly). So we haven't given him any food since, but he still looks rather longingly at the fridge on his visits. And he rather likes our garden chairs:
Richard Carter ● 2143d