You can't see me

I hadn't seen her for months and suddenly there was nextdoor's cat in the garden. She pushed her way into the shed then came out again. I knocked on the window and waved (a favourite cat-annoying activity). She gave me the look that I blipped. Not so long ago, this cat used to come in and steal Whisky's food. She doesn't come inside the flat any more so I think Whisky must have had enough at some point and seen her off the premises, which is no small feat because this is a squirrel-catching cat that used to be a tough stray.

Fred and I had a great Valentine's by staying in all day in each other's company, playing computer games, watching DVDs and generally chilling out. Perfect.