The saga of Oliver and his new friend continues. He comes round every day to scavenge whatever food he can find, and although we are not encouraging him, we are not chasing him away either as he is Oliver's friend. If we see him come in we go over to the kitchen and he goes out, but he usually comes late at night or early in the morning, and unless we shut the flap then we can't stop him. I presume he goes back to his house in the daytime to sleep and eat there. There is not usually much food left lying around, just biscuits, so he is not eating much. Often one cat will appear before the other one, which implies that they are going around the area together. It is so strange! They do have little spats, but it is not serious fighting, more like play fighting and chasing each other. Cassie has not reacted to him in the way she did to Oliver. She just looks at him and he ignores her. Lily has seen him a couple of times, but doesn't seem interested. Andy has called him Eddie. He pretends to be Oliver saying, in a deep northern accent, "This is me son Eddie. He's alright."
A slight stand-off last weekend.
His little golden bell.
He is a cutie!
Here is Cassie taking advantage of a sunny spot by the sink.
And Lily fast asleep on a blanket I found in a skip in Northumberland years ago.