A few days ago we met a wee tabby cat in the park. She told us that she was lost so we gave her some of our cookies and helped her find her way back home. Later that evening when we got home ourselves, we told brother about our wee little adventure. He said he found it all quite curious 'cause "cats always know exactly where they've been and where they're heading"...but he must have been mistaken 'cause every day since then the wee tabby cat got lost again and by sheer coincidence she ended up in front of our wee window every single time. She probably couldn't believe her luck 'cause we were able to help her find her way back home every afternoon, sharing some snacks and stories along the way.
PS: This wee story was first shared in the March edition of our patron's newsletter and published a fortnight later in our wee library