When he first moved into my mum's house he was a scrawny little wild cat, who took to sleeping in one of the cupboards in her kitchen. Cans of food that got in his way were kicked out onto the floor. He is not a scrawny wild cat any more, he is a fat semi wild cat (is there such a thing as a truly tame cat?). And he has stopped sleeping in the cupboard too - he now makes himself comfortable on chairs and sofas, and will not move for anyone.
This one is Garfield, another of my mum's cats. As soon as the sun comes out you will find himself in a flower bed, catching some rays...
Meanwhile, there are a couple of new cats in town at my house. Two young ones living next door, who do a good job of keeping the nasty rabbit hunters away, so we are putting up with them.
Frou Frou is not so happy with this, though, and tries to scare them away, but she just can't jump high enough. Poor Frou Frou.
Meanwhile, Mrs RC has been in the garden again, painting things red and black.
Loving the new look shed!