It must be getting on for 50 years now when my wife and I were touring Dartmoor, a large remote Moor in England, famous for Dartmoor Prison. We set up our tent and started cooking our evening meal, the Moor was very desolate and remote with nobody around for miles.
Suddenly, just as we were about to eat, a large Ginger Tom galloped up to our tent, purring loudly. He had appeared from nowhere, but he knew that we were just about to start our meal and he wanted us to share with him. We couldn't refuse him and after the meal he decided to sleep with us. Come morning he asked for breakfast and then disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.
We never saw him again - which was probably just as well as he left us scratching the numerous flea bites that he had introduced to our tent.
Regards,
Geoffrey
Suddenly, just as we were about to eat, a large Ginger Tom galloped up to our tent, purring loudly. He had appeared from nowhere, but he knew that we were just about to start our meal and he wanted us to share with him. We couldn't refuse him and after the meal he decided to sleep with us. Come morning he asked for breakfast and then disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.
We never saw him again - which was probably just as well as he left us scratching the numerous flea bites that he had introduced to our tent.
Regards,
Geoffrey
