Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?

Fluffy came back today. Fluffy is what I’ve called a grey Persian that visited once when I’d just moved in, then again yesterday. I had a look at her yesterday – skinny, looks like she had kittens about 8 weeks ago or more, no collar, but fur not matted which in a Persian suggests regular grooming. Today mid dinner preparation I heard a meowing and thought it was Pumpkin (disgruntled thing pictured) and the realised it was Fluffy sitting under my kitchen window calling me. I went out to see her and she ran round into the flat. Hence the disgruntled-ness of Pumpkin. I evicted her and offered some biccies in case she was stray. She ate most and then wandered off with intent. I expect she’ll turn up again tomorrow – I may chueck the local vets to see if anyone’s lost her. Weird! Who lets a young purebred cat out, and unspayed too, but manages to groom it?