The miscreant was looking shifty when I got home at about 9 pm. He was trying to hide the bowl of milk he was offering a neighbour’s cat. I love furry animals, but not the ones that demand attention before they go off to mark their territory in our back garden.
Needless to say, it was back this morning miaowing away, despite my best efforts to scare it away. It now sits on the bench outside our dining room waiting for goodness knows what.
Maybe it was attracted by the cooking smells. I was up to make breakfast for the miscreant before he headed down the road to look after his granny. Then I fancied making a tortilla with potatoes, leeks, onion, peppers, salami, cocktail sausages, eggs, and flour. Leftovers basically with some cheddar to top it off melted under the grill. One pan cooking – dead simple.