The compound cat is called Zimbabwe. She is a thin, miserable cat who howls in the middle of the night and seems unable to catch the resident mice. Normally, I like cats, but Zimbabwe scares me and I do not want to pick her up; she rubs herself hopefully along my shins, perhaps sensing my conflict and pity.
Zimbabwe apparently has competition now. There is another cat in the compound that I have not yet seen. A name has been suggested for this new cat, Toxoplasmosis, Toxo for short.