Kit knew that Luke was better for similar reasons to Diarmuid, and like Diarmuid, she'd given Luke a day or so to get his bearings back. But now? This kitty was on the hunt. And it wasn't long before she spotted her prey, sitting under a tree near the pond.

"Luke!", she called out, scampering over to him. The only thing that saved him from a full-on pouncing was the fact that Kit was concerned he might not be fully recovered yet. Hope you wanted a big, slightly-clingy kitten hug though Luke, because you're getting one regardless.

"I'm glad you're OK," she said, half muffled by her face being smooshed against him.