Today I picked up a new kitten to foster. It had turned up on a lady's doorstep and she had been keeping an eye on it for some weeks, and putting food down. She had checked to see if it belonged to anyone, but no-one seemed to know anything about it. She thought it might be about 8 weeks old, which worried me, as I couldn't imagine how it had survived all that cold weather by itself.
I went down today, with a cat basket. Having seen the kitten I would guess it is probably about 4 months old. It is black and white, and quite short legged, so appears very small. The lady who had found it thought it might be a girl, but isn't sure as she can't get close to it. I'll call it 'she' for now. She was very shy, but we managed to coax her into the basket, with the help of tuna. The lady would have kept it herself, but they live near the road. She did offer though to help with the cost of neutering. People are extremely kind aren't they.
The kitten is now in a pen in my conservatory. At first she just crouched in the litter box, with that incredibly worried expression that cats get, and keeping very still. I've been in to speak to her a few times, but its best to let her settle in. I've put a blanket over most of the pen so that she will feel safe, but can still see me in the kitchen. While I was preparing the meal tonight, she was watching me, so I pretended to ignore her.
I've just checked now and she has eaten the kitten food I'd put out, and has moved from the litter tray into the bed. There is a heated pad under a fleecy blanket in a box, so she should be much more comfortable tonight than she has been. She has been sleeping in the lady's porch, huddled up to the flower pots.
I'm so glad we got her in today, as the weather has turned awful tonight - rain battering against the window and its blowing a gale. We even had thunder.
My cat has just come in to tell me to go to bed so I'm off and I'll see how she is doing in the morning.
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