A little visitor

The last few days have been autumny, but still often hot - by which I mean about 27° of hot. Today started with a pink sunrise on a blue background but now I'm about to put the laundry out it's threatening rain.

In the sitting room today is a cardboard box labelled OSPEDALE in B's 6-year-old scrawl. What's inside? No broken china dolls mummified in sellotape, no unstuffed stuffed animals and no headless Barbies (although they would all be headless if I had my way, but it seems Mamma's wishes don't count). Inside is a jamjar lid of cereals and another of water. Oh yes, and this little chap, if you can find him among the folds of my fleece...

I found him yesterday evening in the centre of a menacing circle of five Carmine cats. Snatching him from their jaws, we made him comfortable and hoped he would survive the night. He did, but when I took him to a new home away from Cat Country and close to a ready supply of chicken feed and an enormous bed of hay, he skittered straight back inside my sweater. 

He's a bit wobbly on his feet, which makes me suspect nerve damage. But I'm hoping for the best, and will try him again in his new home tomorrow. 

In the meantime there's a sign on the back door: No Feline Bullies Allowed!