Thanks Helen, there's no giveaway Tomcat stink either so he's not entire, and he's just sitting at my feet like he's always lived here. Poor baby. 
Did I say that? Cor, you could slice the stink in here this morning with a blunt spoon
And now it's daylight I can see a most impressive pair of testicles
No sign of Alvin today although I heard someone calling outside a few minutes ago but that could be Vidal. I've re-set the trap and baited it with Felix marinades, hopefully Alvin will be hungry soon.
The irony of Alvin escaping only moments before catching Ivan is not lost on me and I could kick myself for being so careless. I'm now sure these two are best buddies as their characters are so similar.
Ivan also managed to escape.
He'd been so friendly with the others I'd let him into the kitchen while I made breakfast and once again set the flap to "in" only - except it wasn't, it was on "Out" wasn't it
He's smart and fast, faster than a hung over, dimwitted human anyway.
Thankfully, OH spotted his scrawny tail end disappearing through the flap and I gave chase with chikkun which stopped him in his tracks, enabling me to scoop him up and chuck him back in the front room.
Bless him, he loves his chikkun.
He's currently poking his paws through the slightly open window. I'm afraid this is not an option as his stink is quite overpowering.
OK so does Ivan/Ivana use the litter tray? If answer is yes, methinks you may have found the purrfect cat 
Yes, he does. He's the nicest stray cat I think I've ever met, loves his cuddles and strokes, quite happy to be picked up and fussed.
The state of him is really appalling. There's a big wound over his eye which has swollen and makes him look squinty, it's soft, fluid filled so I think there's infection in there. There's also a wound on his back leg which has bled into his fur and scabs all over his face, neck and chest, a deep cut under his chin which has clotted but remains sore (the only thing he's growled about when I poked it).
You'll remember I fed him in the week with capstar laced dinner so at least he hasn't got any live fleas, but his tummy is swollen - presumably with worms. He let me put an Effipro on him earlier today so he just needs a milbemax to deal with his worms, then we can start thinking about neutering.
He's booked in to see Neil at 3.20 today, the castration will have to wait though because I'm in Coventry until Tuesday night then OH is off to Amsterdam until Thursday, which means we can't co-ordinate an all day event until Friday... stinky house time.
Ivan sounds adorable and definitely like someone's pet. Fingers crossed he's chipped and his slaves can be found. If not, I suspect he (or she) has landed on his feet and found himself a new home.
Hoping fervently for a microchip, whoever lost this little gent must be gutted.
