The cabin cat

This is Cabbie, the handsome young male tabby who hangs around our cabin some afternoons. My neighbour thinks he is stray and hungry and that we should have him neutered, and adopt him. I'm not so sure that he doesn't have an owner.

This afternoon we watched him on the roof of the cabin. He was sitting near the top of the fence, watching a birds' nest in the hedge. Thinking he might be hungry and shy, I put some food in a bowl on the edge of the roof. He completely ignored it, and carried on looking at the hedge. I retired upstairs to get a better view of him. CleanSteve was leaning out of the window taking photos of him.
No movement from Cabbie. A
Jackdaw did a couple of aerial reccies, then landed on the roof and hopped around near Cabbie.
The Cat opened his mouth, but no more than that.
The jackdaw hopped around, getting nearer and nearer the food, before starting to peck at it, then flew at Cabbie, scolding.
Still no movement.
Eventually the jackdaw flew away, and Cabbie stayed put.

Much later, I went out to the Cabin. The food was still on the roof, half eaten. Cabbie was on the sofa inside the cabin. I went to get my camera.

He let me get within a few feet of him and take several shots before he jumped up ran off down the garden, stopping to squirt a few blades of grass on the way down to the woods.

To me, he seems neither particularly nervous nor hungry. I think he is doing a late afternoon/early evening shift in our garden, but no more than that. Bomble had a go, yelling and screaming at him the other day, but he wasn't terrified.

The upshot of all of this is that the cabin now stinks of tom cat spray (Bomble is neutered, but trigger-happy, a frightful stinky sprayer) and that random cats have started being sick in the cabin because I've been leaving food there!

We went to a lovely exhibition of artists' books, but CleanSteve has already blipped it.