Where's

Stan?

The vile neighbours from next door who spent much of most days screaming and shouting at each other have moved out. As soon as we heard they were going I was pretty sure they'd leave their ginger tom Stan behind.

And sure enough they have. He doesn't trust us (and with his previous experience of humans who can blame him?) We can't take on another cat, three is OK - just - but four puts you into the realm of "those strange people down the road who have cats" but we can't leave the poor thing roaming about uncared for to starve either, so I've given him some food outside.

Our three are watching with interest, awaiting developments