Well, it had to happen one day I suppose, and we have got away with it for 15 months so have not done too badly as kittens and puppies are inclined to be dumped over the walls of soft hearted Brits. Today Dave found this little scrap crying in the lane. He resisted, but when he opened the gate to see why it had gone quiet there he was, snuggled up to the gate. He wobbled down the steps and started to weave round my legs and then started following Bella who was having none of it. Then her instincts took over and as usual with babies, she has become totally besotted. Eyes cleaned, small meal of chicken and some milky water and he is now asleep in a box by the door. Only about three or four weeks old, doesn't know how to lap, very skinny but very friendly and not too many fleas. No neighbours are admitting ownership though he can't have come far. We're sunk. Meet Splash.
Determined to follow Dave
Will you be my new Mummy?
Bella watches patiently while baby eats roast chicken
So tiny
All cleaned up and ready to sleep
Dave has been depatched to town to see if he can get kitten food and flea treatment, we don't know if he will need antibiotics yet but seems strong and is shouting well.
And I don't do cats!