A Cat May Look At A King ....

We often see a squirrel in the field maple to the west of number thirteen disused glasshouse. Mishka started sniffing the air frantically on this morning's walk and I asked her if she could see Squidgey-boy. I couldn't but caught sight of the white cat up the tree. Strangely Mishka didn't spot the highly-bred feline and I didn't point it out to her. I don't like the way it stares defiantly at us. At least it doesn't venture into the garden anymore, so my tweety birds are safe.