Long-time readers of my blog will know that the presence of kittens in the woodshed has become a regular, if not inevitable, feature of our summers in Normandy. However for the first few weeks of our stay it looked as though this year would be an exception. We saw the occasional cat making its way along the hedge or through the long grass, but there wasn’t even a glimpse of a kitten until one afternoon at the beginning of August, when DH called me to come to the window that looks across to the woodshed.
After that nothing, until the very last Saturday afternoon of our visit when we were busy packing. Out of the blue the mother cat appeared on the doorstep with two of her kittens, who of course had to be fed. They stayed for a little while and then disappeared into their hiding place.
I’m handing over the rest of the tale to DH, who compiled a photo account for his mother which I don’t think can be bettered.
On Sunday four kittens suddenly arrived
and they even came into the house for some milk.
Four combined lappers soon finished the milk
and when they were full of milk they felt sleepy.
Then we noticed that one kitten was missing (look in the van).
Campervan carpets are warm and comfortable
and the view from this end is even better.
Where one kitten can go……..others will follow…….
I wonder how to drive this thing? ……
Masters of all they survey.
Time for a sleep on the verandah.
Meanwhile cattus sattus mattus……….
and Perpetua thought wistfully of how she would love
to take them home with her,
if catnapping weren’t a crime…..