Published on 12, July, 2020
My wandering cat Boris turned up last night, he'd been away for about 6 weeks, he looked well fed and cared for, but he was starving, indesperate need of food milk and catnip, now he's following me round everywhere yelling his head off wanting to sit on me, it's like we were the ones who went away for 6 weeks, he even sat on MUms lap whilst she was on the loo!
I'd love to know where he goes, theres no point in putting a collar on him, we've tried before and he gets it off within minutes. I asked him if he was back for Lugnassad, but he said no, I think he's either been at a local camp site, scrounging sausages off peoples BBQs or he's been looking after himself, he's an excellent hunter and used to catch rabbits for my greyhounds. I wondering if he's a reincarnation of a famous Viking, who took his spring trip after the planting had been done, was home for the harvest and then went off on his autumn trip and was back in time for the sea lanes to close.
Maybe he's a cat wizzard who has to go to the Old Down Time and preform tasks to keep the worlds running? It would explain why he's so tired when he gets home!
Cat or fox just set off a car alarm tight now. Reminds me, I met a woman who said her cat kept wandering miles and miles to this same spot, year after year to this same family, it was a dangerous journey so eventually she let the cat live with them, and actually became friends with the people. They have no idea why the cat did what it did. It never lived there previously. A complete mystery.