Other people's cats.

Other people's cats, or why do well meaning neighbours take it upon themselves to feed other people's cats? We have, sorry... had four cats. We now have just the one. The other three have been cat-napped (pun unavoidable!). The first one to go was Oscar, he just never came home one day. We've not seen hide nor hair of him for about 3 months now. Could have been run over, I suppose, but I doubt it very much.

Then Toby, he was always a greedy chap. He's been invited in by a neighbour overnight - we allow our cats to be in during the day, but at night time, they're out. This neighbour has fed Toby, so he's been less inclined to come home for food. So we have actually come to an arrangement with this neighbour that they can keep Toby. So far so good, trouble is, he's very much of the opinion that the grass isn't any greener on the other side of the fence, so he's miaowing at our front door all the while to come back in. Sorry mate, no way, Jose.

And finally, M&M, aka Mini Me, aka Eminem, aka Big Fat Ginga Cat. This fella has obviously been invited in to a neighbour's because he didn't come home for a good while. But it now seems that they've become tired of him, because we do see him around our house from time to time. Trouble is, he won't come anywhere near us when we go out rattling a bowl of food. He just takes one look and scarpers.

So neighbours, please don't feed other people's cats. They don't stay other people's cats for long. They want to stay with you. They like you. Please don't disappoint them now...