Caress

Mysterious Sherpa unusually has been spending the last four nights outside. On the first three of those nights Banjo was also out, but last night he disappeared upstairs at bed time. When I let Sherpa in this morning Banjo was standing near the door. I saw her rub her cheek against his as she walked past, and was surprised. Since both cats were neutered over five years ago, the most we have come to expect from them is mutual tolerance.

When they were kittens they often cuddled up together. I can remember one occasion when John's brother visited with his dog. After they had departed we looked for our two tiny kittens, but although we searched the house, the garden and even went out to the footpath beside the road, there was no sign of either. Worried we returned to the house. I remember standing at the kitchen sink wondering what to do next, when I heard a soft scratching that seemed to come from the table behind me. Pulling out the drawer that was part of the table I found the pair running round among the cutlery. They had climbed on to a chair and found a gap between the top of the drawer and the lower surface of the table.