The Big Man

When is a nuisance missed?

When it dies.

Yesterday we arrived home to find our 'adopted' cat in a peaceful sleeping pose on the grass bank.

It wasn't sleeping, however.

Over the years, it had chanced its luck, getting fed surreptitiously, stroked and ignored when it was curled up on top of the washing pile, having slipped in through the opened window.

Another 'Big Man' didn't quite die yesterday, but was given a bloodied nose instead.

There won't be any tears shed when he dies...