A cat came and sat by me this morning as I draw in the Castle Park. I’d heard a noise, and thinking that it was some distant voices on the Prom, ignored it. The noise came again, louder this time. I looked down and saw the cat. I couldn’t see her very well in the still dark. I saw the white ruff of her chest, (I assumed she was a her, she was slight, too slight for a tom) and the dabs of light on her paws, but that was it. She mewed and miaowed at me. I spoke back to her and she stopped. And began cleaning herself. When I finished by drawing I called to her. She followed me up the hill for a while but stopped and sat down staring at a gate in the wall.
