mostly david ephgrave

(Non-cat-lovers had best look away now.) Yesterday morning, when I went into my front room, I noticed that my cat Millie was staring intently out of the window. When I went over to see what she was looking at, I realised she was watching an old lady in a headscarf as she crossed the road. This made me feel a little sad. Millie: butter wouldn't melt... I’ve had Millie for about four years now. I first heard about her through a friend who’s a teacher, who I came into contact with through our mutual interest in cats. She used to own a stray called Suzie, who would visit my flat when my friend went to work. I used to look forward to Suzie’s daily appearance. She’d miaow outside my bedroom window every morning, so I would open it to let her in. Over time we formed an arrangement, until eventually, Suzie wouldn’t even announce her arrival; I’d wake up, check the time, look out of my window and she’d be outside, staring up at me. Back then,...