Today should have been an awful day with the worry of Pedro and Ollie both at vets.
It is also my late fathers 80th birthday, I have been weepy all week and worrying how I`d get through the day,well I needn`t have, Peddy and Ollie are ok and I swear my late dad who nurtured my love of animals sent me a present, 5 poor little black and white kittens who at 6 weeks old have been through hell, they arrived in an open topped council plastic recycling box and were covered in dry faeces that had been on them for ages,they have the trots too, they had been kept in a crate on newspaper.The man who brought them put the box down said alright and ran. Have combed all the dry tish from their coats ,washed their botties deflead and wormed,fed them and placed them in a pen with an outside run and dear Lord they think they are in heaven, I have sat on Busters Bench watching them with tears of pure joy running down my face. When my dad was on his death bed he was trying to describe the work I do to his friend and in his confused state he referred to cats as flying fish. I dont usually name kittens myself but the four boys and 1 girl have been named already in dads honour.
Koi
Marlin
Minnow
Sprat
Shrimp
I know this may seem silly but just wanted to share. Will try and get pics tomorrow.
