In April one of my daughters cats had 4 kittens (she got out one day and made the most of it! she has since been spayed). Julia managed to find homes for 3
of the kittens and has kept one.
This morning the owner of the first one to go stopped Julia in the street to say he had got out yesterday teatime and she couldn't find him (turns out all
she'd done was shake his box of biscuits at her back door). Julia said she would go and look for him.
She found him in the back street behind where his owner lives, looks like he's been hit by a car and killed outright! She phoned me at work absolutely
sobbing her heart out, she adores cats and can't believe this has happened. He was a gorgeous grey kitten with white feet and we named him Socks before he
went to his new home.
Feel so sad that he only lived a short while,
Elaine xxxx


