Waiting for us

With the girls out for sleepover at the house of their grandparents, Martine and I were expecting a night with the two of us. When Martine came home, the cat was waiting for her at the front door. Except: we don’t have a cat. This one stayed around for a bit. Outdoors that is, though she (or he, I don’t know really) wanted to come in. Not an option with my allergies; sorry....