Gentle readers who have been here a few months may recall that Emmaline had four kittens. I managed to trap three, the fourth, Dreadnought, eluded me and when he stopped even hanging around Emmaline I went ahead and brought her in, afraid all the while that I had doomed Dreadnought to a slow death by starvation, or a quick and terrifying one by predator, or a slow and agonizing one tangling with one of the other adult cats. I’ve been pretty sure I’ve seen him a couple times since then, but it wasn’t until yesterday that I had definitive proof: the wildlife camera caught young Dreadnought coming up for a night-time snack. I was so delighted to see him there! And here, dear gentle readers, are the pictures for proof: two nights in a row the camera has caught Dreadnought snacking.