Cold and Scared and Lonely

Such a To-Do late yesterday evening. Put all thoughts of anything else right out of My mind. And was the first time Myself has ever heard Him really angry. Her too.

TYK was the subject of the near brawl with the people next door.

It had been lying down by its back door in the rain again and She was worried that it wasn't moving. Went - bravely - right to it and picked the tiny thing up. Tried to push it through its cat flap. But it was jammed shut. Kicked it. Thumped it. But to no avail. Shouted for Him. He couldn't open it either. And by now They were both soaked in the rain. And TYK was still lying in Her other hand.......

After about half an hour TYK finally started moving. She had it on a hot water bottle on Her lap, wrapped in a soft woolly scarf. Opened its little pink mouth and made a tiny sound. Myself, TB and OLAHF had all been watching and there was a big exhalation of breath and a feeling of general happiness. By 10 pm all was well and it had stopped shivering and had drunk some warm milk from one of My antique bowls. (Myself was so pleased to be able to offer it.) They made it a little comfy bed in an old box and settled it down. Went fast asleep without even washing its paws. TB wuffed (from a distance so as not to scare it) and OLAHF sniffed it gently. Then they both went home. Myself - naturally - stayed close by.

At 11 pm (hours past Our usual bedtime) TYK's people arrived home. Him and Her went round straight away. Myself cannot believe the fury and anger. TYK's cat flap was nailed shut. (Explains its shouting. Is not evil but a cold, scared and lonely little baby. And none of Us had realised.)

Think it will be living with Us from now on.