Meet No. 7.
We believe he comes from the school up the road, though we can’t be certain. He’s not feral, but not entirely domesticated either, and he is even dirtier than what he looks in the photos.
He is neutered,so someone took it upon themselves to take him to the vet or at least the SPCA, which shows conscientiousness if not exactly love.
Anyway, we have begun leaving food out for him and gradually he has become relaxed enough to park off for an afternoon nap in the sun, seemingly unperturbed with the resident six cats that live with is.
From having 23 cats ( all at once) I vowed that when we eventually got down to zero we would not get any more. This, however, has turned out to be a vow that looks all the more unlikely as the years pass and not only did we never get down to zero we just seem to continually accumulate.
If someone had said that one day I would be living in a cat-house this would probably not have been the first thing to spring to mind.