Choucette

there is a cat in there somewhere, and fast asleep in that postion....my name for him is Choucette, after our delicious daily little buns here in remote france. Choucette appeared, and now, a good few weeks later, is as bold as brass, and tonight discovered my bunk bed. The purring could be heard in the next village. I do seem to attract the animals, but it will be hard to just walk away next month. Still I think he has a home as each day I loosen Choucette's two collars, which seem to me to be a bit tight, and then each night they are tightened again. I have no idea where he goes when he is not here, regular at clockwork at 9.00