Yesterday, we finally made the acquaintance of a cat we often see on our walk. The first time I saw him, he had caught a vole and was playing with it. Another time, I was hurrying along the path with M on my back, just shortly after dusk, when this very same cat surprised us on the path. He seemed to want to us to stop, but it was almost dark. Instead we hurried onward. Finally yesterday, I saw him again on the path. I pointed him out to M, who immediately started walking towards the cat with glee. The two played for a bit, until the cat had had enough and climbed up, onto a gate and disappeared into someone’s garden. And that is the tale of the grey tabby (or gray, if you prefer).