The moonlight stroll

I’ve only just got to bed and I’m not at all tired. This is thanks to a half-eleven moonlit stroll through the estate with Emma in search of Bella. We did find her, at the second pass of the bushes by the ringroad; miaowing as happy a larry. She was such a tart, leaping out of the bushes in a can’t catch me fashion and lying down and rolling in the road. She did follow, and trotted on at her own pace and her own route behind us to our home.

And that’s it. She’s in now for a month. She is so grounded.