Taking on the world

Or at least, a much larger, senior, cat who strolled into the kitchen shortly after Miss So-far-nameless arrived to join the household.

Isn't it amazing how instincts like this defensive posture emerge, unlearned, in such tiny infants?

This kitten is one of three that friends found in a pile of leaves beside a lonely road in the Gwaun valley a few miles away. The couple had parked their car to visit a small wood they own and noticed the kittens quite by chance. The kittens must have been dumped because they were not feral, being weaned, house trained and well socialized. But as babes in the woods they would not have survived  for very long.

Homes were found for her siblings and I volunteered to take this one, sight unseen. I was not disappointed when she arrived: she looks as if she is leaf-litter camouflaged like a woodcock or a quail.

By the end of the day she was tearing around the kitchen with a toy mouse and scrambling up to my shoulders, regardless of the three other cats whose territory it is (was).