The food and water available for the outside cats seems to be finding favour with them. A neighbour of mine, who is retired, tells me that the bowls are visited by at least three cats that she has seen, usually in the very early morning.
One of the cats is orange; one evening by opening the patio door to recharge the water-bowl, I accidentally chased away a largish orange fellow who had a white-tipped tail. He evidently was not scared permanently away. There is also a black and white long-haired cat. And my neighbour has seen an all-black cat at the bowls, too. Assuming this is one of the pair of black cats I have seen, that would make four who visit the bowls for refreshments. The two black ones I have witnessed eating simultaneously from the bowl, which I am told suggests that they are family, or at least a bonded pair; I tend to think of them as mother and daughter, though I have no reason to suppose this.
I was gratified to learn of these visits. It means that cats have found the food and water and are habitually partaking of them. They may have homes, but I suspect that some at least are community cats, shy of people, and with no regular source of sustenance. I am glad to be able to provide them with some. I am still investigating the possibility of a shelter, though I am not sure the landlords would approve.
In the meantime, as I have no new photographs of my elusive diners, who come to eat in nocturnal darkness, here is a picture of Josie, resting on the Tackle Fish, her tail slowly rising and falling contentedly. (She is not regaining her lost poundage, by the way; she just spreads out a bit when flat on the floor…)