Being still utterly blown away by the fact that we’ve found our little silver killing machine, much to the relief of ourselves and the resident Chertsey wildlife population, I suspect my blog might take on a slightly bipolar feel for the next few days as I periodically say things like “I can’t believe we found the cat” which is something I stop and say out loud every five minutes or so.

This is the cat and the dog on the boat during a previous holiday.

They break the stereotype and seem to get on quite well, even if it does seem to occasionally be an uneasy alliance.  When we had brought the cat back to my house to feed her, she wrapped herself around my legs, my mum’s legs and much to all of our surprise, dog included, the dog’s legs.