… because when I walked home after dropping my car at the mechanic’s, there he was, sat outside the house to which Colin & I suspect he’s decamped.
He responded to his name (although he was more interested in staring into the bush after something small and feathery/furry) and let me pick him up. I carried him home, and he got plenty of pettings, eye drops, treats and a name/address/phone number tag on his collar.
Although he was fairly schmoozy, he wanted out again after a while and I had to let the little bastard go. We watched him wander round outside the house for a bit before he decided to head off in the direction of his new home… the git!
But at least he’s now tagged, so we’ll see what happens. He’s obviously being fed and loved /somewhere/.