December 12th – I spotted him on the canal towpath in Pleck, Walsall. This large, curiously vocal calico cat. He saw me coming, and scrambled up the embankment, and stood, yowling and mewling at me from high in the scrub. I stopped. I spoke to him,. He replied. I spoke again. He replied. We had quite a long conversation. Then he got bored, and wandered off.
I suppose that was me told, then.
I will continue to talk to cats, dogs and passing wildlife until someone convinces me that the animals are not listening to what I’m saying.
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