Them There Eyes . . .

As I stepped out this morning, at the end of my garden path was this delectable ginger cat who seemed to be expecting me; s/he  looked up at me so pleadingly, as if to say "Can I come? Ple-ease . . . ple -ease . . ."

We walked about 200m in quiet reflection and in step with each other,  then s/he remembered there was another call to make just around the corner . . .