This afternoon we couldn’t find Lucy. We didn’t think she’d be anywhere except in the house, but one of the neighbours shouted over the fence to say she was out in the Six Foot, running up and down. She’d been ignoring our calls. We ran outside and there was Pink a few feet away, looking down from a high fence post. That little cat had been there all the time, watching and acting important and we realized that she’d tempted poor Lucy to slide under the gate and run over the lawned garden where the cats hold court; and once past that gate you can see the Six Foot through Alleycat’s hedges. You can bet Lucy didn’t hesitate when Pink showed her how to negotiate the twisted boughs and the prickly spears of hawthorn that stand guard on Alleycat’s turf. Bernie didn’t miss her daughter at all and was quite happy to be on the sofa alone, without Lucy getting in the way and demanding our attentions. There she is in the video, pleased as Punch.