MasterB has had a trying day. The flat has been invaded by a little stranger who spent the night in the kitchen and then played with my feet and MasterB’s toys over breakfast.
MasterB forgot his manners, hissed, growled and stomped off to the Outside. Even when the guest had left, he was distraught. He complained about the smell it had left behind, and could hardly bear to come into the kitchen.
I took the kitten in late last night. It seemed far too small to be out on its own at night. However, this is a small flat, and given MasterB’s reaction, looking after it was not an option. With misgiving I returned it to where I had found it,reasoning it couldn’t have come from far away and asking someone in a house nearby to look out for it. No one I spoke to knew who it belonged to. One woman had put food down for it, but with two cats and a dog, she couldn’t take it in either.
When I checked later, there was no sign of the kitten.
I do hope it has been reunited with its family.
I was about to go to bed. I decided to check on the kitten once more, and there it was. I dreaded the thought of bringing into the flat, but could not bear to leave it outside all night. Luckily my friend Carol came to the rescue and it is tucked up in her downstairs loo, all cosy with food, a litter tray, a box with a towel and a crinkle bag. Her dog barked madly, but she can’t get to the kitten. Tomorrow Ann from the Cattery will come and see if it has a microchip and we’ll take it from there. It is such a friendly little thing, someone may well be searching for it. Fingers crossed.