I’m just posting this. Not even telling Tom, because 1) he’ll think I’m slightly cracked (true, but not relevant), and 2) it’s all very tender feeling just now.
But this is the third time something like this has happened in the past two days.
I was in the kitchen, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a small dark shape come around the corner.
“Hi Sextus,” and went to pat him, and no one there.