Cat likes to sleep and watch the world go by across the road in a doorway in the sun, of a workshop. Just coming home and a woman has picked him up and is fussing him and just going to cross road. He sees me and wriggles down (the hussy) I give her the stare and she goes into overdrive, "oh he's lovely, (no he's a manky neuttered tom) what's his name, does he live here, oo I always say hi to him" My eyes were slits at this point. She walked off down the ginnel at the side of my house. I may have been a bit loud then talking to him.(Get in the house you little tramp)
I'm fecking fuming!