Comite – It’s shocking how many mean-minded cat persons there are in the neighbourhood now. These are not the homeless ones dependent on the Feline Food Bank (courtesy of Olive the Cat Lady) of 30 years ago that I have already mentioned, with whom one could always exchange a cheery mew or two. No, it’s those home-ownership incomers who seem to have joined the Comité with nothing better to do than caterwaul. I left Cuba to escape all this bullshit! the young Carer shouts, My private life is my business! I think that Ginger Bully started it, perhaps because the old Carer hissed him out of our garden. She reckons it’s far more congenial to chat with the local squirrel and wood pigeon persons. Bless!