I’d noticed what seemed to be paw prints in the soil but dismissed it as my foot when I’d accidentally trodden on the ground. But then I noticed the same where I knew I had definitely not put my feet.
Added to this observation, the other night a black cat came running across the garden and deposited itself behind some chard near the compost bin. I don’t think it was interested in either the Jerusalem artichoke stalks or leaves that have recently gone in.
It was a tad on the cold side. Actually, it was freezing but just the day for peeling and slicing apples, a job which could be done inside. We did some work outside, clearing the raised beds, as well though, the upshot of which I have come home with some evening primrose seeds to sow in the front garden.