poliphilo | Cat Behaviour

I don't think Marlowe ventures into the fields by himself but if I go he'll follow. Just now I was out there gathering up the saplings Matthew's chap had felled- and as I was approaching the bonfire site with an arm-full a large ginger beastie took off at speed- in alarm, I suppose, at the ungodly rustling noise I was making. He didn't run far. I called to him and he was waiting for me, stretched out, on the far side of the gate. We's good buddies, him and me, daring hunstmen together...