When DD2 was discharged from a long stay in hospital, we often ate in the garden at night. Soon we were joined by an enormous fierce looking tabby, who would eat anything we threw at it. A week later, I found he had been living on our garden table, under the folded down umbrella. I made enquiries and it was decided the cat belonged to the new gamekeeper on a nearby estate. By this time, the fierce looking cat had turned out to be the daftest, friendliest puss ever. DH doubted a gamekeeper would have a cat, but I took him to the keeper’s house, where he loudly disclaimed any knowledge of the animal, which was purring very loudly in my arms. I was pleased and brought the cat home.
Alfie lived the rest of his life with us - unfortunately he was a good hunter, his biggest gift being a fully grown stoat! Always fur gifts, never feather.
He became quite ill when he was older - thyroid and heart. Medication worked for a while, but he lost weight, despite a luxury diet, then one morning he went out and never returned. We believe he’d gone off to die and hope his end was quick and painless. 😢