It was not long after the footpath incident that Ginger decided being indoors was much more comfortable that wandering along deserted pathways and hiding under bushes. He would appear every day and politely indicate that he was looking for some nutrition. I'm not sure at what point he decided he had a discerning palate but suddenly only the fish packets were acceptable - the other sort rejected by a quick stiff, a superior rise of the head and a sad look down at the offending food. Eating was followed by sleeping although his natural sense indicated that he shouldn't occupy the favoured space of one or other of the inhabitants. Ginger was definitely in to stay.