Had he been human, Mr Grey (aka The Evil Grey, aka Sunday) would probably have been described as having an obsessive personality. In the early days, his single-minded determination to take control of the garden and make The Cat his own led to a protracted feud with The Cat’s son Ana Half-Tail, many fights, and the eventual disappearance of both of them at around the same time. In fact, it was making Ana into his sworn enemy that led to Mr Grey’s first name change from Mr Grey to The Evil Grey as the humans were bound to take sides with Ana, being The Cat’s son.

And yet, despite his raging hormones and deep-seated anger, Mr Grey could still behave perfectly when he wanted to, in particular when there was food on offer, but definitely only when Ana was nowhere to be seen.

It was some time later that we learned that Mr Grey actually had a home up the road, having been ‘gifted’ to his current local human by his first human who could not cope with his aggressive behaviour and thought that maybe a change of surroundings and a more experienced human might make a difference. Sadly, however, it made no difference whatsoever to Mr Grey’s behaviour, earning him the nickname at his new home of ‘The Vicious One’. Ankles were attacked, teeth were sunk into legs – it was looking more likely that there was something in Mr Grey’s which no one knew about which was informing his anti-social behaviour.

But still, he was a most handsome cat, strong and healthy, in his prime, and much admired (especially by those who had not suffered at his claws and fangs), so when an offer from someone in another village to adopt him was received, it was decided that yes, Mr Grey would go to a new home – somewhere with its own large garden, safely away from any busy roads. It was hoped that this would be Mr Grey’s happy ending; finally, his own domain with no other alpha-males to fight, his own outdoor space, and a country setting.

But it seemed that Mr Grey had other ideas.

Within quite a short period of time, his new human reported that he had disappeared. And no one was more surprised than his second human when he arrived back on the doorstep at breakfast time four days later, having walked the 4km or so across the fields, back to his home just up the road from The Cat’s garden.

It seemed that, when Mr Grey wanted something, Mr Grey got it. After that, he roamed as he pleased. No human was going to tell Mr Grey what to do.