...and they all live in little boxes all the same.
Across the road is a pink one, where the young couple are ting-tong enough to develop a cattery - about ten persian cross-breeds plus kitten litters from time to time. They have built a wooden extension outside one window exit to house a few.
No problem, we love cats, have two ourselves, with one of their persian cats adopting us as number three. We call him Mow-mow. He loves fish, which we buy from our local market cheaply. Market food is fresh and plentiful, even avocados and mangos, but I digress.
One day last year, we were invited to take a look at a kitten they wanted to give to a good owner - we fell into that category. Nosy us, piqued our interest. What did the inside look like? The lounge was full of cats lazing around on sofa cushions doing what cats do best - licking their bums and sleeping. The said kitten was now a grown cat, and having satisfied our curiousity we declined their generous offer.
A few months later, the woman gave birth to a little girl. She brought the baby over for us to coo over. The baby is now several months old, and this is where it gets interesting. One night in bed - it was just before dawn - we woke up to the sound of a cat crying/wailing. It's a distinctive sound - something was bothering it.
I said whose cat is that? Tip replied, it's the BABY. Cries like a cat...