On the stairs to our flat there are 2 beech leaves and some mud.
In the hallway there is a small slug making a break for freedom.
On the pristine purple carpet in the living room, vacuumed only half an hour earlier, there are several pieces of spiky bush, some more mud, and some moss. There is now enough fur on the armchair to stuff a small cushion.
In the bedroom there is a piece of hawthorn twig. On the bed, damp leaves and fur. Underneath my pillow (how?) is a buttercup seed, all the better to give me golden dreams.
The cat likes to blur the boundaries between inside and out. He lets us enjoy the garden on a cold, wet day.
Either that or he’s on commission from a cleaning company.