No, this is actually not my cat. One of the neighbours in the back must be the owner, I have no idea whom it is. Although I really wonder how much time he spends there. He hangs around in my garden daily, sometimes even most of the day. And when I come outside, he sometimes follows me everywhere. He meows, purrs, hugs my legs, tumbles on the tiles. And other times I find him sleeping in a basket near the wall of my house. He just is NOT allowed inside, although if he wouldn’t have a home, I would adopt him instantly.
But I couldn’t resist giving this cutie a name, although he doesn’t really listen to it. Male and red … and just a few weeks after the royal wedding. It couldn’t be anything else but Prince Harry, couldn’t it? I just hope the real Prince Harry doesn’t mind having a cute namesake in the Netherlands.