The Cat and Ana would take their siesta on the windowsill at the bottom of the drive, in the shade. On the other side of the glass was The Cat’s Garden, and behind the big cactus, the fields. Access to the garden for nimble-footed felines was via the field wall, jumping up onto the high wall, and down into the garden through the olive tree behind the glass. The feeble humans used the gate.

It was now three years since we had started looking after The Cat and she was becoming accustomed to having her regular daily food supplied by us. Rumour had it she had been brought to the garden from another village to provide rodent control services, but she remained secretive about her background. She liked to be a cat of mystery, and she was going to be sure to put the humans through their paces before allowing them within touching distance.

She was definitely the boss and she was enjoying every minute of it.