This is the old graveyard for the island, dating back to the 1800s. When Irv and I had been there for a few moments, we started hearing this odd mewling sound. Not being big believers in ghosts, we started looking around for a cat and soon found this little kitten. She followed us around as we explored the place, but, being a cat, she wouldn't let us get too close to her.
At first I was a little worried about leaving her alone there (she had something of a feral look about her), but as we were leaving, I saw her running toward the house
across the street which had all sorts of children's play things in the yard, so I knew she had a good home after all.