Guess who was sitting outside my front door when Damien and I got home this afternoon!?!
Yup- the black cat that was shouting at us last night and this morning… I didn’t even wait, I fetched the travel box that I use for my boys and gave it to Damien outside to try and coax the little stranger into it using kitty nibbles. As soon as I opened the door, the visitor made a break for the opening, so I think he’s clearly used to being home and loved- somewhere.
Once I had checked on my boys (who were VERY curious about the kitty outside) and switched on a light or two, I went out again and we carted off the space invader to my vet. Once there the receptionist told me someone had called them saying their black cat had gone missing about three weeks ago, so I hope this one is hers… turns out its a “he”, not a “she” and he’s not young. He has been neutered, one canine is broken off and healed, his one eye has a scar on the eyeball and the other is milky, and he has grey hairs in amongst his black fur.
I gave the vet some money and then sucker that I am- asked that if no-one claims him in a week to give him all his shots and let me know so I can fetch him.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.