The old cat, which I first fed as a kitten, is still around. I saw her prowling very close to the hovel on our second day. She must be almost eight by now. But a new semi-feral cat has pitched up, who is much younger and looks very different, as you can see below.
After two or three days of friendship, she will now let me stroke her. She has ventured inside the house and is treated to bowls of milk, and slice after slice of ham. Skinny, she has survived the winter months. But now, with lizards, rats and snakes in abundance, she should fatten up ahead of next winter – that is, assuming she comes out on top in encounters with the snakes.
Since cats eat snakes, the more up at the Greek Hovel, the better. And this one is, though timid to begin with, becoming more and more friendly; thus, we are all welcoming her arrival, especially as we do miss our cats back in Wales.