No name

The cat with no name, still has no name.

The boys want to call him Jesus.

When he first arrived he came with his mother. They wanted to call her Mary. It's my fault, I jokingly said that they were a mother and son in a byre.

The mother has gone off into the wilderness. She may return.

The kitten is happily hunting rodents and rare birds in our garden and earning his keep. He's still very, very, wary of us but he doesn't hide quite as much as he did and he always turns up at meal times... but I can't call him Jesus. Have you ever tried shouting 'Jesus, Jesus, come get yer breakfast!'