This morning when we were riding out with Will, Amy and Doug we were near the flat gallop, but miles away from any village when we rode passed a tiny little kitten sitting on the side of the road - it was no bigger than a tennis ball and looked as though it had just been 'placed' there - the other three rode passed but just as I got to it, it looked up at me and meowed. I am not a cat lover as I hate to think how many birds they kill, but this one was particularly appealing and very close to death as it was nothing but skin and bones. I knew it must be wild and the chance of picking it up and carrying it back on a horse was nil, but then a car came passed which I flagged down - coincidentally it happened to be the local butchers wife, Maureen, I told her about the kitten as I thought there was a very high chance that she would run it over, but also said that if she could catch it I would be really grateful. Anyway, to cut a long story short, she did catch it ( she is now minus one finger) and having been told by Doug that if I did have it (it's a her) that on absolutely no account was she allowed to come into the house, she is now ensconced next to the aga in a little cat holder thing. She is pretty poor though and no more than 2-3 weeks old, and may not make it through the night but I did manage to get some special kitten milk into her. If she makes it I will post a picture of her tomorrow as she is rather pretty and I hate cats...?!