Mother Cat

The roadsides are often lined with a prickly plant (not quite a thorn) These are now in bloom, and are rather pretty. After the 2 morning services, I tried to cook a decent meal, as we had been eating very scrappily for the past few days. After lunch at 2.00 pm, we went to the Community Care Centre for a sing along and a short talk and visit with the old folk –a good number are over 90 years old and still fairly active!
After we got home, I took a walk down the street to see whether I could locate Thursday’s mother. No one home at the first 2 doors that I knocked at. At the third home, the lady was standing in her doorway. BINGO!
About a week ago, she heard mewing coming from their store room, and found a wild cat there with 3 kittens. The cat had not given birth there, but had carried them to this home from wherever she had birthed them. She must have dropped Thursday en route to their home. I was allowed to look at the mother cat – she was very wild – and her 3 kittens looked just like Thursday! The people were not, however, willing to let me bring Thursday to join the litter, as they felt that the mother would reject him after such a long separation, and after being handled by me for a few days. I remain the surrogate mother.
The Jamestown evening service was attended by about 25 of the O’Bey family members. (We have received several good comments about the way Graeme handled the funeral.) They swelled our usual numbers rather significantly.