After Maisie came home, I was hanging out with her and talking to her while she got acclimatised to her new quarters, which are in one end of my top barn. And I suddenly heard a cat meow! I went into the main part of the barn and listened and called, and this little tabby appeared on top of the row of old cider barrels that are up there. I reckon she (don't know the gender but she has a sweet little triangle face) is about 13/15 weeks old, certainly not more. So I went and got some cat food and put it on the floor and she tried everything to get down but couldn't, so I got a ladder and put the food on top of the barrels, at which she began to scoff the lot. There is no sign of any more at the moment, so I wonder where this one came from. It feels so wonderful to have the barn populated again, and I will feed her every day while she learns her way around and until I can trap her. I have spoken to all the neighbours and they have all promised no poison, so let us hope this little one will take up residence and be happy. Who knows, she may even become a house cat one day!
