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Date: 10 July 2005 09:57:49
If I may be permitted a diversion. A few weeks ago, we were 'adopted' by a cat. We assumed that its owners were on holiday, and did what we could, feeding it, and just 'being there'. Son, especially, formed a serious attachment; it was daughter who suggested calling her Fluffy.
This week, while daughter was staying with her granny, and wife and I were having our tea, son burst into the dining area, said "look what Fluffy's found," and dropped what we thought was a mouse on the floor. I believe that it was, in fact, a field vole (still alive), and we eventually decided to put it in a jar (with a holy lid), and take it to the edge of the housing estate where we live. Wife pointed out that Fluffy had killed a bird, which we buried in the garden.
So it is possibly just as well that wife had been trying to arrange with Lothian Cat Rescue for Fluffy to be taken away (by then, we reckoned that she had been somehow abandoned), and, indeed, the next day, she departed - hopefully to be found a home.