Bird watching

It's a pity both cats are overexposed, but by the time I'd adjusted the exposure on my phone they'd headed off down the garden path.

The Ginger doesn't usually make friends with other cats, so I've been rather entertained by his tolerance of the advances of this fluffy white teenage cat. Then I learnt last night that its sibling, a tortie I met when I first moved in, went missing not long after. This one would've been then about the same age as the Ginger when his sister was hit on the road. Their friendship - and Whitey's neediness, takes on a new significance now.