Its been almost two weeks since Oskar the Bengal fell into feline unbridled luxury, aka Cat-Heaven-On-Earth. Everyone is in thrall to his slightest whim. My son is displaced as head of the household. Everyone and everything is subordinate to the King’s pleasure.

He is yet to inspect his Berkshire acres. The jungle of woodland, stream and mysterious creatures – Oskar is a city gent and brought up in urban circumstances – such as roe and munjac deer, badgers, foxes and buzzards are glimpsed thru’ a patio window as if in a theatre stage backdrop. Until he has been sufficiently seduced with bribes of breast of chicken, he must remain inside with the catflap blocked preventing any temptation to investigate his territory.

Oskar’s temperament is friendly, sociable and playful. He has very obviously been thru’ charm school because he treats everyone as an equal. He has immediately filled with happiness the void of sadness left by Harry’s death. Thanks to all the members who wrote so knowledgeably with words of advice about the nature and character of Bengals.