Today I met three tortoises in the ruins of the Library of Hadrian – the ruins green with spring growth of all kinds of plants I did not recognise, apart from daisies and the odd dandelion and green barley, white butterflies and at least one small red and black butterfly that could have been this or maybe this – and later, one very friendly, playful young cat.
Who wanted head-scritchings.
And to catch and lick my fingers.
And to catch my camera strap.
And generally to be admired.
So of course I obliged the youthful catling with attention and the regard that is every cat’s due (according to them).
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea 
It looks healthy, so the library and environs must be treating him well.