Puddy has taken to coming to the pub with us. If it's busy in there, she just goes home again but if not she waits at the door until we are ready to go with a " And what time do you call this?" expression on her face. For some reason, although she likes to walk there ( no more than a two minute walk) she refuses to walk home and insists on being carried. I wonder what passers by make of a woman carrying her cat along the street at 11.30 at night?