There's this thing I've noticed myself doing where when I go into the living room and I'm not sure if the cat is there but I can hear a noise, I start to talk to her like she's there.

The problem is there's lots of nooks and crannies in the living room and she's a similar colour to the floor so especially at night, it's hard to tell. I tend to tell her she can come upstairs if she wants, if she wants feeding she has to come out, does she want her toys, etc. and to be clear, most of the time, that noise is her.

Today that noise was an indignant magpie that had come in the backdoor.

So now I'm faced with the idea that Daniel during his stalked years thinks Armand is down an alley, tries to tell him it's fine, he's heard him, he can just come out and it turns out it's a raccoon.