We've had the odd "are you home?" visits, but nothing anywhere near permanent yet. I suspect Ptolemy didn't subscribe Herself to the Cat-Whisper Support Network after all, or had let our membership lapse. In compensation, there's more birds around in the garden now, starting (of course) with our neighbourhood robin.

The last cat carrier, and Ptol's litter tray and cat basket, got taken away yesterday, ironically by a chap who'd just been adopted by a stray cat*. End of an Era; it's changed the entire shape of our day.

Oh, and our neighbourhood blackbird thinks it's Clint Eastwood. It'll be singing Evensong for us, and it'll slip in the yodel from the theme tune of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly when I least suspect it.

* It had been going back and forth across the garden on a daily basis for a while, then one day decided to stop with them.