Amazingly the kitten turned up again after two and a half weeks on the loose. Somebody had changed his collar but, thanks to the kink in his tail and the white star on his chest, and of course the micro-chip, he was recognisable. We are all delighted but don't entirely trust his wanderlust tendencies.
Am still trawling the bookshelves here for classics. Have just read Fair Stood the Wind for France by HE Bates, about a pilot who crashes in France and is rescued by a French family. He falls in love with the brave young daughter of the house, gripping stuff and movingly written.
By the way, two men have recently made a point of saying how much they enjoyed my books, so that's cheering. I'm very happy to be termed a women's fiction writer - these genres are inevitable - but it's nice to have chappish appeal too.