Sunday, August 1, 2010
desperate mewing sound --- and moving around. Sounds almost like a kitten. That's unlikely though. Sophia's the only cat around here. I get a crowbar and keyhole saw but can't find any easy access without destroying the granary floor. Better to let nature take care of her own.
Maybe the mother will come back. And maybe not. Life can be cruel. It sure does sound like a kitten. I mention this to Sherry --- maybe she should stick a bowl of milk in the hole under the north end of the building, just in case.
I'm back to mowing the grass.
Then she went in the granary and ripped up the floor. She thinks she saw a kitten the color of Sophia.
Harry's thinking "She shut me in the pasture --- and now she's in there with Sophia. What's she doing --- this was my project?"