Percy

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A small black cat with bright green eyes.
His name means persistence.

Percy sitting inside a straw bag, looking straight at the camera, his name tag showing

Percy lives here. He has a collar with a tag on it, a great many opinions, and a standing arrangement with the neighbourhood that nobody has ever written down.

He goes out. He comes back. In between he is, by all accounts, somebody. People who have never met us know his name, and stop to tell us where they last saw him.

Photographs

Percy on a grey sheepskin on a wooden bench

Percy sitting in tall grass and wildflowers beside a sunflower — Past the fence.

Percy curled inside a terracotta window box on a patio — An entire garden available.

Percy stretched along a brick step, tail across the brick — Holding the steps.

Percy lying flat out in dappled shade on cobblestones — Summer, at full length.

There is a book

Percy and the Raccoons

Twenty‑five pages about the summer Percy disappeared, where he went, and who he came home with. It is a children’s book. It is also a true story, which is not something you get to say about most children’s books.

Here is some of it.