Anyone who has been to Greece will know there are a lot of feral cats. When my parents moved here my Greek Grandmother warned ‘Don’t feed the cats! Or they will never leave!’ But how you could you possibly ignore that advice? Especially if you are a softy like my Mother, and the son of a vet and all round animal lover like my Father.

It all started with the sweetest little cat whom we named Penelope. She was a tiny tabby who was incredibly sweet natured and affectionate. Her first litter consisted of 2 beautiful cats, a totally black boy called Batty and a stylish Beige one we named Armani. They became greatly loved house cats. Penelope was still quite wild and would disappear off for long periods of time, and one day she came returned with a tiny grey kitten who was very smelly. We think they had been living with a goat in the neighbour’s garden, so the grey kitten rather unfortunately acquired the name Pongy.