inevitable

Rufus indulgently allowed Momma to play with his latest toy - another gift from 'Aunty' Bev, having recently beheaded the last one (here) whilst Billy, Momma's one remaining kitten, looked on (extra).  Having lost all his siblings he and his mum are inseparable and spend most of their time on my terrace.  In spite of my determination for 'no more cats' - this pair  have worked their way in to my heart and home (although they only come inside for short periods of time - they're definitely street cats at heart) and now I have something else to worry about when I go back to the UK for the winter.