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| sweet little black stray....and the new pink bowl i bought her |
i have, of late, become rather fond of a little stray black cat that has been turning up in the garden. i have been feeding her on and off and watched her belly grow as i soon realised she is having kittens.
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| she gets a little box, lined with some old clothes |
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| which then gets moved into the summerhouse...and another lodger moves in! |
i've progressed from just feeding, to making up a wee box for her to lie in under the summerhouse awning, to moving the box into the summerhouse....and tonight she actually came indoors and let me stroke her.
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| a bit of rain outside brings her into the flat and, against all reason, she takes up residence under the rocker (ouch!) |
i am totally being suckered in - she is so sweet and tiny and i secretly can't wait for the kittens to arrive (hopefully in the box provided!). once they are born i will find homes and might even keep one (and mum) and will have to tackle deworming, the fleas and getting her spayed. being a die hard dog lover this is causing some difficult feelings - i never saw myself as, or wanted to be, a cat-lady (i am quite allergic - but this doesn't stop me wanting to stroke any friendly cat i meet!) - but i just think our friendship is meant to be. this brilliant illustration by
Lizzy Smith sums it up perfectly:
