Return of the prodigal

About two year ago our cat, Tilly, went off on one of her regular wanderings. Absences of up to a month or so had become regular things. Then she just didn't come back, Jake was her favourite person and when he died the place didn't seem to have anything to hold her. Today she sauntered back through the front door, fat, sleek and noisy emptied the cat bowls and settled back down (demanding strokes and attention) as if she'd never been away. Bloody cheek.