The continuing story of the cats..
We left that exciting story at the point that Poepie, our new lovely white cat with a black tail, had adopted us and had settled into life at La Tuilerie. She had discovered moles and was learning to stalk and catch them, not successful as yet, but she is only young. We have been feeding her, initially we rattled two cans together to attract her attention which worked very well but then we moved over to ringing a lovely Buddhist bell I bought at the Kong Meng San Phor Kark See Monastery (Bright Hill temple) in Singapore. 
Just a tiny ring on the bell would see her darting out from her current hiding or stalking place to come and be fed and have a cuddle. She had found a few different sleeping places dependant on the position of the sun and she was really settled, so we thought.
As suddenly as she had arrived, she disappeared. One morning we rang the bell and no Poepie; lunch-time, no Poepie; evening meal still no Poepie. The next morning no cat in sight so off we went direction Chazelle ringing the bell. We rang it all round the village and still no Poepie. When the campers started meowing when I rang the bell I decided it was time to admit defeat - she’s gone.
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