The neighbourhood cat is coming by several times a week now. I think it’s adopted our house a second home.

It used to come in when it saw the French doors being open. Now it actively signals its desire to be let in by tapping the French doors.

I used to put it back out at eleven-ish at night, in case its family was waiting for it to come home for the night. But it’s come by around midnight on occasion, so I guess it doesn’t go home for the night. I still put it out when I go to bed; I don’t want to have a strange animal loose in the house when nobody is awake. But I feel a bit bad about moving it from a nap on a warm, cosy sofa to a dark, chilly, wet reality.