This pretty girl wandered into the garden yesterday as if she was returning to her beloved home and I was her long-lost friend. In truth I had never seen her before, in or out of the garden. Deftly side stepping a close encounter of the Joshie kind, she nipped up the steps to the potting shed. Of course I didn’t let this overt affection turn my head, I am all too aware of felines wiles. She wandered in and out of the greenhouse, rubbed herself against my legs, purred like a Maserati, rolled on her back seductively, and the final blow (Pussycat Handbook Chapter 5 How to Wrap Humans Around Your Little Paw) nonchalantly washed her beautiful face. No I didn’t fall for any of it; I didn’t; honest I didn’t; maybe a little, she is gorgeous though isn’t she?