Anyone who reads my blog regularly will probably remember that about two or three weeks ago somebody dumped seven kittens in the long grass on the lane-side about fifty yards from my front gate. My son and the lady who cleans for me managed to catch four of them (two ginger and two black) and (to cut a long story short) transfer them via the vet to a lovely lady of the Cats' Protection League, where they were wormed, judged healthy and will remain until such time as they are old enough to be spayed/castrated when they will be found new homes. It was such a relief to us all that the other three were caught in a trap using cat food as bait and that they too are now safe and sound. So happy end of story.
That is until this morning. Tess and I had an early morning walk up the Lane, turned round to come home and I saw something coming up the road towards us. At first I thought it was a young rabbit but then realised that it was running,not hopping. Yes, you've guessed it, it was kitten number eight - I had indeed seriously miscounted. It was ginger, in good health and quite tame. It ran right up to me and allowed me to pick it up. I don't think there is any doubt that it was number eight from the same litter - the same size, the same colour and like the others quite tame. It really sought me out.
It was time for me to go out so I left a message on the Cat Lady's mobile phone, put the kitten into Tess's night time crate, gave it a bowl of cat food (which it devoured eagerly) and went off.
Friend W and I took our little friend Liam (aged seven going on thirty) out to lunch and when I returned the cat lady had been and the kitten had gone. How had it survived the past few weeks alone? I can only assume that it had found its way into our barn where the farmcats live and had been sharing their food. I just hope there are no more to come - I really do want this story to end happily.
How can there be such thoughtless and cruel people about? Anyone in such a situation (they had obviously been with their mother for the early weeks of their life and were healthy and well cared for) should surely have the decency and common sense to ring any vet where they will be put in touch with the local branch of the Cats' Protection League. It will cost them nothing and in this instance would have saved me an awful lot of hard work.