It’s gone midnight; the tail end of Storm Amy. So still very blowy but thankfully no longer raining.  Which is helpful as I am currently walking the streets: torch in one hand, box of dried cat food rattling in the other.

“Molly! Molly!”  I’m trying to pitch my voice in the sweet spot between “audible to cats”  and “ not disturbing the neighbours.” I’ve got the streets to myself – Saturday night in suburbia – just the occasional urban fox… Oh God, she might have been attacked by a fox!  She’ll have never come across foxes before. “Molly!”