There was a bit of a crisis yesterday, my friend rang me to tell me of two cats who were homeless and living in a car. They are the victims of a domestic breakdown, people moved out, the house was emptied and locked up, and no one bothered to take the cats. The kindly next door neighbour put them in her car and fed them.
I gave my friend some phone numbers of rescues to try, but no one has any room. So they are here in my brick outhouse which is in the passageway just outside the back door. I have cleared most of the stuff out and made them a cosy little den. They can sit on the window ledge and look out over the garden.
One is a ginger boy called Tiger, and the other a tabby girl called Lilly, they are brother and sister and about 18 months old. Today they have been hiding a lot, but tonight Tiger came out and let me stroke him. Hopefully they will be moving into a chalet in Sue's garden at the weekend, when one becomes vacant. It would be lovely if we could find them a nice home, and preferably together. I'd better start asking around tomorrow.
A better week
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