Hi everyone,
Well, it's been a mixed week...some good things and some frustrating things but I have to think positive about this one
Two nights ago when I was outside in my front garden deadheading my flowers, I thought I could hear a little cat crying somewhere. I looked around and checked the back gate where my own cats might have been crying knowing that I was outside but that they were not able to get to me.... but no, nothing. Glancing upwards, I could see some of my brood looking down at me from the upstairs windows but they didn't seem to be crying. I put it down to seagulls.
Anyway, last evening at about 8 o'clock when I parked my car on the drive I thought I could hear crying again. I took another look around me but could see nothing. I told my hubs when I got in that I thought I could hear a cat crying outside the front garden and asked if any of our own cats were outside in the back garden but thought it unlikely 'cos it was raining heavily....and there weren't.
Well, Steve went out to fetch something from his car at about 1.30 am and came in quickly saying that he thought there was a little cat trapped in the engine of my van!! He told me to prepare myself for some horrific injuries.
He could hear the crying and thought this was where it was coming from...Quickly we grabbed the keys and a torch and just as Steve was about to open it up I saw this tiny, tiny little kitten on the other side of Steve's Merc. We think it must have been sheltering under the wheelarch of the van. Goodness knows how long it had been there.
We took it in and I found my indoor kennel and made it up a bed but it wanted none of it. It immediately tucked into all the cat food that was lying unfinished in dishes and then went on a massive exploratory trip. She (I think it is a she) weighs just 3.5 lbs...is completely black except for a little white locket on her throat, has the most exquisite little face and is totally bomb-proof!! Her fur is shortish but gives the impression she may develop into a fluffier cat...not sure. The dogs were treated to flying headbutts and when I did manage to pop her into the kennel, she hissed at the cats that I had allowed to venture downstairs and then proceeded to howl the place down for most of the night 'cos I had contained her for her own safety in the kennel. She purrs like thunder and 'puddings' with her feet like a concert pianist and is altogether adorable. I opened the pen this morning and after rushing out to fix the nosebag she met some of my other cats (before I had intended her to....but it seems she has them all sussed) and so far so good. I am upstairs typing this and she is downstairs sleeping on a cushion on the sofa. The first sleep she has had all day
Steve took some flyers round the neighbourhood this morning but no-one seems to have lost a kitten. Someone suggested that she might have been dumped at my place because of the signwriting on the van.
Either way, it appears I may have increased my feline brood from seven to eight!!!
I will check at the vets to find out whether she is a she or a he (Steve says she's too cute to be a he) and then set about giving the little git a name. Steve has suggested 'Git' pronounced 'Geet' as in Sweden.
Best wishes,
Roz
