Slightly stunning development
You might remember how we inherited a third cat when we moved in here? Well - half a cat, he won’t actually come in the house or let anyone touch him, but he resides in a small wooden shelter under the kitchen window and expects us to feed him regularly (despite being an excellent mouser). According to the previous owners, he adopted them, and they called him “Littl’un” (presumably because the other cat who prowls around a bit is substantially bigger, since Littl’un is not actually that small). Anyway, they tried to take him with them, he wasn’t having it, and so we said we’d put some food down for him. I believe he may be responsible for the kittens across the road; if he ever becomes willing, I’ll get him in a cat-box and take him to be neutered.
You may also remember Scratchy’s feelings about cats - which I think are most easily summed up by the word “argh” and a huge shudder. So it came as a pleasant surprise when he started to show a little bit of concern for the welfare of our cats.
But last night was the shocker. George put down food for our two cats (ie the ones who sleep in the house) but didn’t want to go outside to put food down for Littl’un, so I told him to leave the cup with the food in the conservatory and I’d do it later. Of course I forgot. At about 10pm, I remembered - but it turned out that Scratchy had actually fed Littl’un - and without anyone asking!
Of course as he headed downstairs after confessing to this he was muttering “I’m not going soft, I’m not…” Of course not, dear 
Any Canadians reading? Probably not (unless you count Scratchy). Happy Canada Day anyway 
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