Yakob is like a phantom cat.

I hardly see him at the garden, and he appears at pretty fixed time. He knows when I wake, when I come back from work.

And he is eating a lot for a small cat.

BH2 came last night too, much to Spencer's anger. She sat at the gate and growled at him, refusing to budge or let me leave the house. Finally she completed her scoldings, and went off to sulk under the bed.