When he got bored, Whiskers walked over to me, turned and looked at her with disinterest. Then he went inside for food. The little black cat mieowed pitifully, over and over again. She wanted Whiskers to come back. It was getting dark, and she showed no inclination to return from where she had come from.
Just before night time fell, I picked her up and brought her into the house for a feed. She showed no fear of me or being inside. Unlike my two boys, she was not acting like a feral. She ate and slept in a specially made up bed.
Next morning she was gone. Out the cat flap in the night. I went to work and spent the day wondering about her. When I returned home that day, a neighbour was peering under a large hedge that borders the road.
"What are you looking at?" I asked.
"There's been a black cat here for 12 days now, and it won't stop crying," he replied. "We've tried to get it to come out, but it just hides." I knelt down, and could just make out two, shiny, black eyes peering back at me several feet under the wide hedge.
"Kitty" I said. She came up to me straight away, and I picked her up. She snuggled deep into my arms.
"Is she yours?" asked the neighbour.
"No, I've got four cats," I replied.
"Looks like you've got five now," he said, stroking her head. "She must have been dumped, it's happened before but last time the cat died."
Our small cluster of homes are in the middle of no-where. One straight road runs by them. If any animal was dumped, unseen on this unlit road, it would probably make it's way to our houses. There's nothing else for miles.
And so Kitty became cat number five. I have never had a cat that was accepted by the others so easily, probably because she was female and so young. The older cats watched her playing and occasionally even joined in a little. She bonded them together.
Cleaning Whisker's ears....the only cat that dares!
Her first day exploring carpets and chairs!
She was so friendly, I had to contact all the cats homes in case she had been reported missing. She wasn't. Her friendliness and trusting nature is incredible after whet she must have gone through. A visit to the vets found she was pregnant, but too young to give birth, so the kittens had to be removed. The vet smiled as he examined her, for she just loves having her tummy tickled and flops over to display it on every occasion.
She follows me round the house, and sleeps in the shed when I'm working there. I have never heard her hiss or felt her scratch. She has the most gentle nature of any cat I have known.
Strangely, since that first night when I gave her food and a bed, she has never used the cat flap. We have to prop it open during the day, and as soon as we close it late at night, that's it, as far as she is concerned the door is shut.
Waiting for a tummy-tickle
She remains very small. I don't know if the unborn kittens at such an early age stunted her growth at all. She loved food, and eats until her belly bulges, then flops over for a tickle.