Jonathan: Tabatha just appeared, no ceremony, no drama, at the windowsill a few minutes ago. Suspiciously dry for such a very rainy day (damp only only her lower legs, as if she’s walked through nothing more than short mown grass) and smelling slightly musty. And despite being very thin and looking weak and tired, surprisingly little appetite. Where on earth has she been? Perhaps she’s been in the walled garden all along, perhaps in a dry little hideaway in one of the wood-piles? Michaelina next door searched all the caravans and their store this afternoon, so she definitely wasn’t there. Who knows what she’s been up to – all we know is that we’re glad to have her back. And judging from here squeaky purring, she’s glad to be here with us, safe and sound.