Cat in Crisis

I don’t know what to do. I have left messages with rescue centres, one of them Battersea, but I think the animal I am calling about may be dead already. Or worse, seriously injured and in pain. How could it survive? I saw it from the bus as it went round the busy Elephant and Castle roundabout when I was on my way home an hour ago. A large fluffy full grown ginger, sniffing for food between the underground exit and the sweet shop.
I looked in disbelief, wondering for a few hopeful moments if it belonged to the sweet shop people. But I don’t think it did. One woman walking by, stopped for a moment and then walked on.
The Elephant is one of the busiest traffic junctions in London. Goodness knows how many buses go through there every day.
How this cat came to be out and about there alone I dread to think. Yet of course I am thinking and already blaming an imaginary heartless person who has dumped it, but maybe it has just wandered and it’s owners are out of their minds with worry.

Two Lives Down

We have had two Incidents this afternoon. MasterB has been full of beans, up to mischief and daring do.
The first incident involved a leap from window sill to banister rail. He has done this quite a few times and it always makes my heart lurch. Today, his aim was not quite true, and, under my horrified gaze, he slipped towards the stairs. His reactions were lightning quick. He hung on, hauled himself up and I lifted him off the rail. It seemed to give him a bit of a shock, because he was quiet for a while after that. Too quiet. Cue second incident. Continue reading

Feathered Conspiracy

I am starting to suspect a conspiracy against my boy. It began with the wagtail. Normally, I like the wagtail, but it leads my boy astray and into the path of moving cars. Why is it always there, temptingly on the other side of the street, when I let him out on the morning? Could it be a trap? Do the crows from their high nests watch for the moment when I put his collar on and reach for the keys? Has there been a tweeting from the time the shutters are folded back; a synchronising of feathers; birds taking up positions oh so casually to funnel him into danger; blackbirds on high branches; pigeons perilously close to the main road; the wagtail diagonally across from the front door by the blind corner.
So I shepherd him into the garden, and hope he stays there and that the birds roll up their plans and fly out of his reach in safer environment.