Last week we found out how Henry the cat made his way into the garden and now we find out more about his much younger girlfriend.
Henry would live with us for another three years and he had a wonderful life. When I was about a year old a wild black and white female cat who was only about a year old arrived in the garden.
By this time Henry was plump and healthy although he still looked as though he had been dragged through the mud and a hedge backwards.
He was obviously however a smooth operator and within a few weeks we had a new family of three kittens living in the garden and Henry made sure that despite his lady friend’s reluctance to go near the boisterous, year old, hairy monster I had become, his offspring were introduced early and became my friends too. This gave me…
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