A visitor

I was sat happily knitting about an hour ago, when I was disturbed by a pitiful miaowing outside in the garden. We opened the doors and in trotted this little pussycat:

S/he seems healthy and in good condition, very tame and pleased to be pacing round our flat in the warm. It was evidently hungry as it's eaten half a tin of tuna, and has also stuck its head in the butter dish. No collar, and very young - only just past kitten stage. Hmm, not sure what to do now. Think we will put it out tonight, with some food and water, and see whether or not it comes back tomorrow - after all, it could just be on the prowl for more food, or a bit lost and in need of a rest and refuel. If it does come back, we'll take it down to the RSPCA and see if it's microchipped (don't tell them I mocked their shop front). Poor little thing.

Now trying to convince the boyfriend that it does not need an "intermediate name". Especially not "Spaff", as he just suggested...