New kitten on the block

Our house does not really belong to us but to the cats that live in the courtyard and round about. In the summer, the more confident ones wander in and out, so they obviously think it is their territory. This morning, I was surprised to see a kitten running around downstairs. After some enquiries, I found out that it is not feral, but belongs to people who have just moved in a few houses down the street. It is two months old.
I played tennis in the morning. It was a third and deciding doubles match against visiting opposition. This time we won easily 6-0, 6-1. Bernard, who I played yesterday, was not happy with his game, so he asked me to stay on for some singles in order to get more practice before the tournament next week. We only played one set, which, once again, I surprisingly won.