Over the next few months it gradually sank in that the cats now being fed by the family at the top of the road were the same kittens.
Then mum starts getting fatter...............................and fatter..........................and fatter.
Then she disappears and several weeks later reappears in the road too often for her to have hidden them anywhere but in our ruin.
Then four kittens are seen playing on our garage roof with mother snoozing in the sunshine beside them. All goes well until two days ago when there is a squawk, a jay flies off, and then much pathetic mewing from the garden below the garage. (Do jays take kittens?) Mum spends most of the day trying to work out how to get the 'too large to carry' kitten back home. We tried to help her but she wasn't having any of that and we were obviously making things worse.
Today more plaintive wailing from the garage while kittens played on the roof and mum looked on.
To the rescue.
HO climbed on the very precarious roof, knocked a hole in the felt and we retired to the balcony to watch.
Now I'm up for paying for her to be spayed but there are now 10 offspring that we know of, and ugly white bruiser dad is still in the village. And how do you catch them anyway?