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15th September 2002
Unusually, Tamsin decided we would go for a walk the same way as that fateful night with Jump. As we got to the first pathway, we heard a mew and saw a skinny little kitten dart into the undergrowth. We couldn't see anyone/thing around, so Tamsin reached it and pulled out the kitten... a skinny little thing that sat in the palm of Tamsin's hand. No home... so we about turned and brought it back to the house. There is a teacher at Tamsin's school who was looking for a kitten so Tamsin said we could give it to her. Tamsin phoned the RSPCA - no kitten reported missing, and anyway, this one was skinny and covered in flea eggs, hardly well looked after--so Tamsin eventually tracked down the phone number of the teacher at school.. rang her... they bought a kitten today.
Meanwhile, Carlsberg was making herself at home in the Carlsberg box, had ate some food, had a drink and seemed quite the cat about the house. Even when I barked at her, she didn't flinch. Chips kept licking her. Tamsin has kind of decided that this is fate; homeless kitten not 50m from the spot where Jump was hit by a car ... was this meant to be?
Tamsin has emailed Angie to confer… will this be our cousin in residence?
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