It was nerve-wracking, but the remaining kitten is in the cage, along with the tabby. I lost my nerve at the thought of separating them and thought that they’d be company for each other during the night. I went out to check and the black kitten was huddled, a picture of complete misery and the tabby was protectively curled over it – sweet, but very upsetting. The food was untouched – I hope they don’t eat it in the morning, there’s quite a lot there, but I daren’t try to take the dish out.
I’ll take them into the vet first thing, along with the cat box, and ask if they can put the tabby in and then I’ll bring him back. They won’t do it while I wait, I don’t suppose, I’ll have to go in later.
At least the job is done. Which reminds me, I must drop a line to the Cat Protection woman to tell her. Then I’ll clean the trap, which I’ve been feeding them in for the last week, so it’s a bit meaty, and return it to her.
What a palaver. I’m really tired tonight. I’m going to bed soon.
By the way, on a completely different track, have you noticed how nearly all interviewees – not political ones but almost everyone else – start their replies with “So” at present? Even if it’s not part of the answer at all – it’s become the latest verbal mannerism, to give a moment’s thinking time, it seems. There’s another, similar, alternative going the rounds too, but I can’t think what that is at the moment.