Our village is home to many feral cats. They seem to survive very well on lizards, grasshoppers, rodents and are skilled raiders of the rubbish skips. Although wild, they are clever. They recognise the hoot of the fish van and wait patiently in the square for it to wend its way down the mountain and into the square. In return, they ensure that the village is a rat and mouse free zone.
Joe and I are familiar with this particular cat because of her blue eyes and Siamese looks. We’d noticed she was pregnant, but we certainly didn’t expect her to give birth in the street right outside our front door.
I had the camera handy, and managed to record what happened next… Please make sure you have your volume turned up as you watch.