Today, they had me surrounded. Word has got out that the cat lady is back and has tinned food, and no one was leaving until I delivered. I think Chubby Chops may be the ring leader ...
I have done a little photo 'census' to show you the regulars we are seeing. Here they are:
One of the perks (there are a few, honest!) of this cat business is the naming of cats. And I reserve the right to change them, on a whim! Actually, I don´t very often but the avid readers of this blog (is anyone out there?) may have spotted that Bandido has become Huskie … keep up everyone!!
There has been some sad news this week. Two cats on the other side of the village were killed by some kind of bull terrier type dog. This is obviously horrible, and made more so because the particular family of about 6 young cats are semi-feral and actually tame to the people whose barn they live in. So there they were, feeling safe (!) and this nasty dog comes along who turns out to belong to a relative! Madre mia … at least the true ferals (see all the above) are far more wary.
Meanwhile, in the middle of the village, Nigel and Frank (neutered by us, well, the vet) are living a very sweet existence following Rosa around like two poodles. They fight occasionally, like all couples, but obviously are an item. Both were very feral a couple of years ago and have become almost tame. They give me a wide berth though … not sure why! NIgel (the tabby) was the one that Josefa called 'malisimo' because he was such a bully. And I think he may be about to do Frank an injury here, he's got that look ...