Follow the white kitten

So a day of reflection today; my Grandfather died last night and while it was a lovely sunny day, I didn't end up doing much. Late in the afternoon I went out for a walk on Hampstead Heath to get out of the house. Deep in thought about job hunting and my Pop, I was walking along until I saw a brilliant white kitten, no more that a year old, stalking something in the long grass, convinced that it was completely invisible, and doing that bum-wiggle/pouncing thing kittens do so well.

I sat down to watch it hoping not to scare it off, at which point it saw me, and came charging over to plonk itself down in my lap and started to purr, and we sat and watched the evening for a while. Cats are all good...