My cat stares at me through the kitchen window and faintly speaks. For days she has been a regular visitor and now I can almost set the clocks by her - just a few minutes before four she arrives.  I think she knows when I get back from school.   Does she know that on Wednesday I have ballet?  And on Friday I might or might not go to Rhiannon's house? She is thin but less so than she used to be before I started feeding her.   Her ribs no longer starkly punctuate her coat.   I have been wondering who owned her and why they abandoned her and what her name once was. Now her name is Nearly - because she is so nearly mine!