It was Maggie's birthday so her husband decided to do something special. He told her they were going away for a few days and emailed to ask if they could come visit. A secret. She wasn't to know. But we knew that she was coming so when she arrived here Maurice caught her a perfect fresh mouse, long whiskered and beautiful, for her birthday. She stepped out of the car and into the world of ginger.
Everyone came out to say hello, first Elmo, then Kiffer, still guarding the nest in the mop bucket. Pixie perched on the sofa and then we took Maggie for a walk, to see the top of the hill and the foxgloves. We were all most impressed as Maggie's cat is the genius who pooed in the tumble drier, which sounds like some kind of alchemy, for we do not know what a tumble drier is.
Pixie had a cuddle and later I came to say hello and sit and purr, and even Max came along in his stripped tabby grandeur to wave a tail and twitch a whisker.