Morning visitor.

I opened the kitchen blind on the back door to see Mr Imperial Highness next door’s cat (MIH as I call him) asleep under a bush in our rockery.
As soon as I turned the key in the lock he was immediately alert. Ears pricked.
He has spent most of the summer months outside. Sleeping in the garden next door or here, each night.
Now the mornings are becoming increasingly chilly first thing he makes a bee-line to the kitchen door or patio window and miaows loudly to come inside.
Currently he is kneading my dressing gown whilst I have a cup of fresh ground coffee. He’ll go back for his breakfast in awhile before his owners go to work for the day.