The great Carmine autumn migration

Cool and damp. Rain later. Probably just as I am descending The Hill, having decided against an umbrella.

The Carmine cats have noticed the change in the season, and are busy organising their indoor nests for the winter. Somehow there seem to be more this year. I have gained one very thin and very hungry blacky, a caffé-latte with only one eye, a rather bad-tempered fluff-ball tabby and a marmalade bruiser who's less confident than he looks.

And it seems that various members of a less ... tactile species are thinking along the same lines. This morning I evicted three of these fellows before 9am, and am remembering India...