It's that time of year again when those Croats who are too cheap to afford sterilisation and too cowardly to drown kittens in a bucket cast them hither and thither in the expectation that someone else will deal with them. I've seen them about, it breaks my heart but we already have 4 (3 of which were strays) and I know if I can't turn my back we'll have hundreds.
I was just in the garden planting shallots and I could hear a little kitten crying and crying and crying. After half an hour of it I couldn't stand it any more, tracked him down and gave him some food. Unfortunately he followed me home. Lovely little feller, climbed up my jumper and sat on my shoulder meowing. I've taken him further down the road with some more food but I'm dreading going outside because I know I didn't take him far enough.
Oh no no no, what am I going to tell the wife?
) so he felt safe. He doesn't have a name, so I guess I'll keep on calling him Greebo then.
Laundry baskets too, clean laundry an' all. Beds maybe, but definitely if there's a sock or something. Carrier bags on chairs. We've got some of those stacking boxes full of holes, my wife was using one to collect walnuts and our tomcat Srećko was sleeping in it, along with the walnuts - that orthopaedic or something?
I made one too a few years back, so mine could go in it if they were caught out. It's actually the cupboard from over the extractor fan in my wife's old kitchen with a hole in the side for the pipe. You couldn't keep them out of it while it was just a box with a hole in it but lag it with polystyrene, cover that in t&g, put it up on little legs to keep it off the ground, put a roof on it and... it turns into an object of fear and mistrust 
Looks like our Obama (hey, it's what the wife named him, I call him Squishy Fishy) who wandered in a few years back, looks as black as night until the sun shines on him, then all his tabbyness appears in shades of very dark brown. Glad he found a home (does she want a couple of thousand more?)
