meow

I found a kitten. It wasn't hard. I returned to an empty house this evening, looking forward to some peace and some silence. Yes, actual silence (Mark, you are so blessed to be spending time in the country!).

Instead, I found a kitten who will remain nameless as to protect his identity.
What an adorable creature! Black, white, and fluffy. He looked quite cold, huddled against the brick of the house on our front porch. Judging by the size of our previous cats (whom my sister had found as strays), I think he is around one year old. Tiny little fellow...

I want it I want it I want it.

Normally a dog person, I think I'd do my best to save baby animals of any kind. They're just littlies... come on, you would too. That reminds me of this past summer. A baby hedgehog was found drowning in the Hardy pond. He was almost successfully nursed back to life over a couple of days, but he eventually died. Poor thing would have probably had nasty flashbacks the rest of his life at the sight of water anyway... R.I.P.

Soooo, I tried to approach as gently as possible with my one hundred thousand pound backpack on me, but at the one metre point I had crossed his boundary line and he vanished under the wooden fence. Awww, rubbish. So I left out some proper cat food and milk. I can't wait to see if he's eaten it in the morning...like Santa's cookies that you leave out Christmas eve. Except that Santa is a huge obese outright lie...thank God somebody had the guts to finally tell me last year...