Then suddenly there were ten.
And now when I open the Museum door each morning I'm greeted by a sea of faces.
You may think that I'm referring to visitors to the museum.
Well yes they are visitors.
But they are in fact cats, mainly from a local feral cat colony with a few chancers who fancy a free meal.
So now I have another job, feeding the cats with breakfast and a few also turn up for supper.
Not a problem for me, apart from the fact that I'm very allergic to cats.
And you know, it actually pleases me now to see what healthy cats they have become.
And last week I was able to help re-home 2 little kittens,and now hopefully they will have a better safer life.
I had to catch the kittens myself, blimey I thought,what am I doing.
The first kitten came quietly, I picked it up gently ,wearing thick gloves, no problem.
But the second kitten attacked me with the ferocity of a wild tiger, I still have the scars to prove it.
For the next two hours I sat talking quietly to the kittens , now safely in a cat box.
The wild thing was now calm and listened to me waffling on, funny how cats understand all languages.
After the kind lady had collected them to take them to their new home, I started to wheeze....
It took about 4 hours for my breathing to return to normal, helped by drinking a few beers..
But was it worth the effort, definitely yes..
Saludos,
Gordon...part time tiger tamer.
