The party may commense!!
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On Friday morning, when it was still dark, a small streak of black fur darting across the street up the road, caught my eye. Although I had leafleted the house of the garden it was, I hadn't spoked with the occupant. On returning home that night, I knocked on his door.
The
confirmed a small black cat had taken residence in the nearby garden of a vacant property around 2 months ago. But "you won't be able to get near her. I've tried and she just runs..."
Well, she isn't his cat, is she!!
I'm happy to report after a short trapping campaign, Tilly was caught at 3am. She was very hungry, a bit scruffy, full of worms but otherwise fine. The whole time she must have been less than 200 yards away but because her escape route had taken her via a door she'd never been through into territory she'd never seen before, she litterally didn't recognise her own front door. Because she'd been so scared, she must have only been coming out in the middle of the night so I hadn't seen her before.
I'd like to thank my employer, Eastonways, for calling me up an begging me to work overtime that day as I never would have come out the door that early.
Anyway... take heart the rest of you. She was gone for 2 months and I'd accepted I'd never see her again but I found her... And knock on those doors because this neighbour bloke was as thick as
and I've still got a score to settle there.
Off for a cuddle with my Tilly.
