Being mugged for cuddles by #NotOurCat Shirley every time I go outside; she’s taken to throwing herself at my feet with a little trill 😭 Offers me the belly and it’s not even a trap. She’s coming around to the back of the house and doing sad eyes through the patio doors now, but still runs at and attacks our girl cats. Lady, if you could hold off on the violence, we’d welcome you with open arms.
Here she is meeting our shy and beautiful Cooper through the glass. They probably met when he was living as a stray in the village. And here in the second photo is her father, properly feral enough that I’ve not been able to touch him yet, but he’ll now eat next to me, so we’re getting there. Shirl is fine with her mum, dad and our Oxley who is his sister from a later litter, but she HATES our girls.