An evening visit from the Siamese cat.

It was 7:30pm and I had just finished my evening meal, a lovely cheese salad. Paul was smoking in the garden and I wondered if he had seen the little siamese cat who lives up the street at number 22.
It was like pure synchronicity.
Just as I got into the garden, he appeared at the rusty wrought iron garden gate.
He waited for Paul to go in, and then he came into the garden by going under the gate where there is a gap, just the right size for him.
I went to get him some chicken cat biscuits and by then, he was waiting on the back door mat. He rarely comes into the kitchen, but sits happily on the mat, enjoying his little Gold Blend lid of biscuits and some fresh water. Since our dear cat Arthur passed away last June, we don't have any proper cat bowls. I am hoping to home a young cat when we move to our new house.
It is a beautiful blue skied evening and I have just watered all my flower pots. It is amazing how quickly they dry out.
Soon we will be watching Springwatch.
Have a lovely evening and thank you for your kind comments.