This naughty compound cat, attracted by the scent of Cerefina's dinner, once sneaked into our house, and R. and I had to chase it away. It has never come in ever since, but it loves lolling in the space between the studio porch and the small loggia, as though it were now guarding our house. The compound children sometimes stroke it, which it seems to like. It has a name, I heard the children call it MauMau.