Agreed. I resonate with your thoughts, Roz, around this highly probable field trip.

I remember back on the farm that my Mum’s various cats would nick off for weeks and sometimes months, then out of nowhere they’d appear looking a bit dusty but well fed.

As a kid I truly believed that all cats had the ability of the Cheshire Cat and could appear and disappear at will. With the smile being the first and last thing you see of them. Often in trees. So, I’ll look up high for him when I’m cycling past the cemeteries.