I'm always in a quandary about whether to allow my fostercats to go outside, but on the whole I risk it. I've had Treacle since the end of May when I fetched her and her 4 kittens from a disused garage locally. Her kits have all been rehomed and she is gorgeous. I let her out yesterday afternoon and of course the little madam disappeared. About 8 pm I walked around the area calling her name - and sounding a right idiot shouting TREACLE!! The funny thing is, my own 3 cats followed me, so there was me, then Jasper (huge black furry age 10) Carrie (tabby semi feral about
and Harvey (large pure white delinquent 1 yr old) walking up and down the street 100 yds in each direction. No result, and I was obviously very worried. Needn't have been though, Treacle sauntered up the garden path at about 9 pm, just as it was getting dark, asked for her supper and demanding a huge cuddle and fuss. She's grounded............. at least after lunchtime, and I resolve in future to choose sensible names so my sanity doesn't become an issue to my neighbours.
