I remember comming home once from the inlaws and hearing a pitiful meowing comming from the grass next to the path I was walking on. Upon investigation I found a kitten, taking it home we realised that this was a full on ferel kitten. Absolutely beautifull little thing. After a week or two, it had gotten used to us and developed quite a charactor (Including a list of party tricks including, but not limited to pouncing with all claws extended onto my face whilst I was asleep and being fast enough not to get swatted by me... mostly.) a few weeks later a man came to the door, we knew he lived in the area and stated he's lost his cat. So he gave us a similar description to Kapu Kapu (as we called him). We reluctantly handed him over. So that was what we thought was the end of it all. About a month later we saw the man on the bus and my wife asked him how the cat was getting on.. He stated that the cat hadn't been his afterall as kapu kapu caused his allergies to flair up, and he'd given the cat away to a friend living further up the country. When I heard of this, well, I'm just glad it was Vicky relaying the message and not him telling me himself, because I suspect I would have beaten him liberally about the head.
We have another cat now, Minstrel (because she's black and white). And whilst I love her to bits, there are times that I think back to kapu kapu and have to hold back the tears.
Minstrels party trick is to suckle from our dog (yes you read that correctly). And the Dog, Jasmin (who looks like a midget sheep dog) just lets her.
