Upon my arrival home, to Wales, I was greeted by the doggies and the cat. Except the cat had something extra special for me on the landing to the bathroom when I awoke that first morning back. At first I was rather startled thinking why would he do such a thing. How dare he go chasing birds and a robin red breast at that; leaving dead on the floor with all its feathers flown about for me to step on and nearly tripping. But then, I got to thinking…maybe the cat was doing what cat’s do best. He brought me the best thing he could catch, and he did it for me. That must have taken a lot of thought and skill. At that point, I realised it was his way of greeting me, maybe, he was just doing what cats do; I believe it was my welcome home; his way of saying good morning and welcome back.