A year later Ginga is quite a different cat. He lives outside but delights in coming inside and rolling around on the carpet when he can. He follows me around and loves to scare the goats by dropping out of a tree as they pass by (the goats hate the tree climbing goat eating monster and chase him when ever they can). He is still wild and won't let you pat him and he is clever enough to have twice escaped from a cat trap (spoiling my plans for a trip to the vet). Ginga also has an odd habit of generously sharing his food with others.
There are hedgehogs too. Every night just on dark a snorting snuffling hedgehog family turns up to feast. Often Ginga will watch them eat and sometimes the hedgehogs and the cat will chase moths together. Never do I see Ginga make one threatening move towards the hedgehogs, which suits me just fine as I rather like hedgehogs.
Birds and hedgehogs I can live with, but if Ginga's next charity case is a mouse I will formally take him off the payroll and find myself a new cat!