We have a new friend.

This fellow belongs to Tino, the owner of the eponymous bar at the end of Calle Altillo (i.e. about four doors away). And in his tiny mind, he (the cat, that is, not Tino) believes that our terrace belongs to him. Here he is simultaneously absorbing the heat from the rock on our roof and enjoying the shade. He's one of three we saw quite a lot of the other week, his siblings being a very fetching dark tortoiseshell and a striking all-black with a shock of white on the end of the tail. This one is by far the friendliest/cheekiest. Their mum sensibly confines herself to the bar, where she avails herself of the constant flow of tapas.