Midnight
On a very wet day a couple of years ago a black cat turned up in our garden. He was clearly not a feral, and had probably been dumped. When nobody claimed him he went to live with Helen and Glen, although I think he was mainly Jess's cat. We have no idea how old he was, but we think probably in his mid to late teens, and on a wet day this week he died as quietly as he had arrived. We are glad that he had two good years as a member of the family.
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We are now waiting for two kittens - one for each household - to turn up, as sooner or later they will when somebody we know finds him/herself with a pregnant female or a nest of ferals at the bottom of the garden.