Our neighbour has a cat. He wants to be near Peppa, and in fact wandered right into our house the day after Peppa came to live with us.
Peppa loves him. But the problem is that he won't let her come very close. One day, when Peppa was tiny, we went for an on-lead walk along the street and he accompanied us by walking alongside us up on the tops of the fences.
Peppa had conniptions and it was pretty nightmarish trying to stop her strangling herself on the leash.
Things have settled into a sort of truce, where he strolls around the perimeter of the house and she races around inside, looking out the windows or trying to bash her way through the screen door, if the wooden door is open. It's fun for her and entertaining for us. Sometimes I wonder what will happen when he eventually decides to let her approach him.
Well, today I discovered that she can play happily with a friendly cat. We came across a cat lying on the edge of a footpath when we were out for a walk, and these photos show what a lovely time the two of them had together:
So perhaps Mr Next-door and Peppa will get to play together sometime in the future.