Janine finds more than she bargained for in the chicken run
northern France are generally feral and vicious. I carried it into the house and it began crying, a low wail. Its feet and tail were saturated and ice cold.
It was a boy cat I discovered when I dried him off as best I could. My neighbour recommended a hair dryer - it gets their temperature up quickly apparently. Then I sat in front of the fire holding him tight with a blanket round him. He went to sleep. As soon as I put him down he cried, so I took the morning off and just sat and held him until I felt he was warm enough to stay wrapped up on a chair in front of the fire. He stayed with me for a couple of weeks and then decided to leave, a lot fatter than when he arrived and hopefully with a fighting chance to make it through the winter.
Having taken in three stray dogs and six cats already I don’t really want more. But, if he returns, perhaps just one more little one might not be too cat-astrophic.