We glimpsed some half-grown kittens up the road, identical ginger-and-white jobs, but they dashed into the banana groves and haven't been seen since.
One of the occupational hazards of living a stone's throw away from a cat sanctuary, I suppose. And one of the reasons we are lumbered with so many, after they quietly but determinedly worm their way into the kitchen - and our affections.
Plus, of course, they make such wonderful subjects for a painting!
