A strange thing happened today. I'm not sure but I think Ginger Tom and I might have become friends.
Dad took me "round the block" for a quick walky at lunchtime. We were strolling along, minding our own business, when I spotted Ginger Tom lying in a neighbour's flower bed. He looked very content, with his front paws tucked under his chest and a cat-grin on his face. I trotted up to him and he didn't move even though he watched me coming. I trotted right up to him. He twitched an ear, that was it. We sniffed each other. No staring, no hissing, no chase. Weird.
Didn't really know what to do with a cat that didn't run away! Dad and I walked on but I kept looking back...

(dad: Pooch's perplexity was funny to watch. Sadly I didn't have a camera with me to record the incident, so here's an archive shot from last weekend instead)