This is Raisin

 

Raisin is not our cat. I cannot stress strongly enough that he is not ours. Yes that is a series of photographs of Raisin edging his way into our kitchen eating food that we have bought from one of our bowls. He is still not our cat. 

He does visit quite a lot. At one stage there was some thought that he had been abandoned when his owners moved away from the village  but it turned out that was not the case. So the movers must have taken their cat with them after all, which is a good thing. 

We're not sure why Raisin wanders about so much, we are not the only recipients of his visits to judge from the local community Facebook page, although I have a good idea why he wanders in our direction, which is that the OH feeds him. For a while he just hung about outside, but as you can see from the above he is now confident enough to sit on the sill outside the kitchen window until you open it,. after which he deigns to  eat on the bench. He then generally jumps down and scarfs whatever our cats may have left on their plates. 

He's a friendly affectionate little thing and now that our cats have got over the howling growling phase whenever he makes an appearance I don't mind his visits. I will however object most strenuously should he show any signs of wanting to move in on a permanent basis. Because apart from my No More Cats diktat, his real owner loves him dearly.