“What is your cat called?” asked a visitor today. Well, she is not my cat, she doesn’t live in Lee for most of the year and like most felines does exactly what she pleases. As she only puts in an appearance at holiday time I call her Holly. Her family has a holiday home in the Bay and I expect she is escaping the frenzy that can ensue on a sunny day. At tea time today she strolled into the potting shed and up onto my lap without missing a step. She can spot a mug at 100m.