A Novel Experience

'Tis a novel - and remarkably warming - experience to be adored by a tiny kitten. TYK stares at Myself with its bright yellow eyes for what feels like hours on end, occasionally opening and shutting its little pink mouth. But not much sound comes out. (Thank heavens) But whatever important task Myself is engaged upon I go straight to its warm and comfy basket every time - new, courtesy of Her and Him. Very smart pale blue with darker edging around the opening and a patterned fleece inside that covers sides and roof too. And a snuggle blanket Myself donated. (Is the one She used by mistake that first evening but Myself does not begrudge it) - to reassure the tiny thing. Is so skinny Myself can feel all its bones when I wash it and it now has a snuffly nose too (Washes that for itself for which I am truly grateful) no doubt a consequence of being locked out in all the rain. It spends a long time sleeping each day which is a trifle worrying and is somewhat unsteady on its legs but seems happy to be here.

TB and OLAHF called round (prompting Her to ask sarcastically whether they had moved in too. But She had just dropped a souffle on the floor as OLAHF galloped in at topmost speed so We know She doesn't really mean it) bringing a leaf and a corner of (unappetising) dog biscuit. TYK smiled gently in thanks and curled up again after a small sneeze so We 3 went outside. The garden is full of birds eating the windfall apples. TB tried one but it was slightly fizzy and had an odd taste.

TWWLUTR (+ large family) and ONN (+ family which includes those awful dogs which demolished the chicken) and the Peculiar Owners of said chicken are all about as furious as Her and Him with the people next door.