I said, they like food!
The three feeding stations more or less installed, cats waiting by the door for their dinners as usual, I emerge with tinned cat food mixed with macaroni - yum. But what’s this, they ask - why is she striding in the wrong direction, delicious wafts trailing behind her?
The quick ones - ChubbyChops stands out, Jessie as well - follow, tails in the air. Others remain under the horreo, mystified. Huskie, a case in point.
I cross the large grassy courtyard, climb the wall to the upper terrace, to arrive at the feeding stations. The delicious aroma of tinned cat food and macaroni drawing 4 or 5 cats behind me. I place it in the bowls and the brave ones - those who are demonstrating their ability to cope with change - begin eating.
But what happened to the cats who clung to the original plan of being fed under the horreo? I hear you ask. I admit we have not been hardline. A few stragglers have been fed in situ, but over the next few months they will be encouraged to get with the new programme.
Meanwhile here are are a few recent pics including Jessica crashed out in the sun, while a white butterfly enjoys the painted sage, Chubby Chops below. Bette Davis is lurking in the foliage. And some humans - Josefa and Adam next to Josefa's amazing veggie garden, plus someone in the tree!