If you have been following this blog over the last few days, you’ll know that this little kitten has been at the centre of my attention.
It’s not a great picture, but is one of the only ones I have. She is being held by Carol just moments after we established she is not microchipped. In my new version of the Christmas story, Carol is the innkeeper and her downstairs loo is the stable. I am a shepherd, furnishing the downstairs loo with litter tray, food, towel for the manger (a cardboard box) and a crinkle bag. The kitten was turned away from other homes with as many rooms as Carol’s. People seemed more scared at the prospect of having to deal with a kitten than its welfare and survival if it stayed outside.
MasterB revealed he was not prepared to share his home with the kitten either. I think he was scared of it. He hissed and growled but did not attack.
Rosie the dog was interested from the other side of the door, but not aggressive.
Kitten’s stay at Carol’s ended when Ann from the cattery checked her for a microchip and found she didn’t have one. Like us, Ann felt this happy and confident kitten has been loved and looked after in its short life. How it has got separated fom its owner is a mystery. So the flight to Egypt, aka Dulwich, was effected by ten o’clock. Carol and I walked Rosie around the area hoping to see a star in the east, or at least find notices posted by someone looking for a kitten. Zilch. We posted our own notices: Found, very young kitten.
I still want a happy ending, but I’m not sure it’s going to be a reunion between this little mite and the people who love her.