There were certain Visiting Cats who seemed accustomed to being around humans. They weren’t necessarily friendly, but they weren’t as wary as the feral cats from the fields, some of whom went to great lengths to avoid any human interaction.
Three such Visiting Cats that we know of had their own homes -they were not feral cats, neither were they strays. They were simply cats who liked to roam, who came and went as they pleased but always had food and shelter back home.
The first of these was Mr Grey aka The Evil Grey aka Sunday.

He had been gifted to his human by someone who could not cope with him. He was a difficult cat, given to outbursts of aggression – had he been human, one might have said he had ‘anger management issues’. Despite this, his human was fond of him and wished that Mr Grey’s disposition had been less confrontational.


The second cat was Pikabu.

It was only when we realised that he was partially sighted in one eye that we realised that Pikabu was an ‘owned’ cat who lived up the road. He had been rescued from a drainpipe by his human as a kitten and was an affectionate cat who had probably been born outdoors to a feral mother and was not happy confined indoors.


And the third cat was Nosewipe who was a working cat in a carpentry workshop.

Overnight, she undertook rodent control duties, and in the morning when the workshop opened, she was free to come and go as she pleased, roaming the neighbourhood and happily accosting members of the public at the nearest bus stop so she could wipe her nose against their shoes. She also spent time with her family in the house and was a valued family member.


All cats were given names, and the names we gave Mr Grey, Pikabu and Nosewipe were simply our way of being able to identify them. Back home with their families, doubtless they had their own familiar names, but that was part of their alter egos, their double lives.