It’s three months since the ginger cat first walked into our lives, sauntering down the rural railway line that adjoins the house. We watched as it approached, then disappeared into the bracken. We shrugged and carried on with our lives.
The cat kept coming back. We’d see it squeeze through the gate into the garden as it went on its morning walk. If we attempted to get within 40 metres, it would simply turn on its heels and run away. Still, we got close enough to see that it was on the small side, and a bit skinny.And its behaviour suggested it was wild, or a stray at least. It clearly needed a good meal.
There was some out-of-date tinned fish in the cupboard, so we left it in an old bowl outside. In the morning, it was gone. So we started leaving out leftovers. Every morning, gone.
Was the cat watching us, waiting in a hiding place somewhere for its bowl to be replenished? It certainly felt that way. Then, on a supermarket shopping trip, we took a decisive step and bought a 12-pack of cat food.
resources:https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2017/nov/09/adopted-stray-cat-pet-ginger
