She has been sitting at the window for about two hours, pining for ginger boy to come home. (He's got a new mate in one of the feral farm cats!) Every time I tried to pick her up for a cuddle and fuss she gave me the feline equivalent of F off and resumed her position.
Scabbers the Ginger strolls in for his dinner and she's straight on my lap and biffing my face, pummelling, etc. It was a proper "we've been having SUCH a nice time without YOU!" I do love them!! 