Forest Cat has found a box and can hear something rustling inside. Something that smells of Cat.
The lid was opened, and out in a tabby-spotted blur jumped Lucy.
Crouching and unsure, despite kind hands around her. The small shaved patch on her side shows the wound where she was spayed, and shows tiger stripes of black on her grey-pink skin.
Now the box is empty, so Forest Cat inspects........
Forest Cat accepted her at once. He watched her explore and sniff, coming to her again and again to chirrup a greeting and to show her that he meant no harm.
Suddenly, Kitten saw a bird. Even through the window, she was ready to pounce and hunt.
Grandma Cat appeared at the door, roused from her daytime slumbers.
A sniff, a growl and a huge, fierce, explosive spit!
Kitten ran and hid behind the curtain. Grandma Cat turned her back in disgust and slunk away with hackles raised to find her old ,warm place on an upstairs bed.
Getting used to being held, Lucy began to purr, her body softening and relaxing while needle sharp claws kneaded the air.
The Ginger Man came in, spat once, then shared a bird watching spot at the window.......
....before watching the kitten explore. He is not a brave cat, but this little girl posed no threat.
Finding a place to climb......
and a place to relax.......
Forest Cat follows and watches ......
....while Lucy finds more birds to watch, her whiskers twitching.
Wide opal-eyed and alert, she rested on someone`s coat. It was time to take her to a quiet place for food, a deep kitten sleep , and a chance to realise that this was a place where she could stay and be at home. Fourteen weeks since she was born, and at the start of another great adventure.