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Lost: Babes in the Wood – part 1

Viewed-from-my-windowTinkerIt was another cold and frosty morning when through the field glasses we spotted a bundle in the hedge at the far end of the field garden. The bundle was obviously covered in an icy blanket if the glistening of ice crystals was to be believed. Further investigation was needed.

It became clear that the bundle was in fact a cat curled up under the hedge with no shelter. This was soon to be rectified with a large barrel stuffed with hay which was then supported with chicken wire and with a further hay bed inserted for comfort. Polythene was secured over the open end of the barrel and a hole cut for an entrance. This barrel was then placed under the hedge not far from where the cat was sleeping. Of course on approach he ran away, but was soon back and took possession of his new home immediately.

Twice a day we placed food and water near to the entrance of the barrel, and it was devoured with enthusiasm and on occasions he was brave enough to come closer and eat the left over cat food on the grass as well, he was very hungry. A few weeks later and the cat had decided to move closer to the house. There was another hay barrel already nearby and he took possession.

One wet and miserable day, the cat looked so sad. We could see he had part of his ear missing, as well as being wet, dirty, bedraggled and obviously ill. We knew we had to catch him and take him to the Vet. This we achieved and the Vet gave him suitable medication, but we now realized he had to be cared for more intensely. He moved into the barn and into our large 8ft x 12ft cage with all the comforts that could be bestowed on him, including his own arm chair, cosy bed, food, water and toilet facilities. We also gave him a heater to be sure he would not be cold as he had suffered enough.

We knew he was not going to live for long, but we could not comfort him, he hissed and panicked if we got too close, so we just did the best we could until his time came. We called him ‘Hissing Syd’, which of course soon became affectionately ‘Sydney’.


The full story and many more are in the book “Viewed From My Window” by Patricia Oliver price £15.00 + £2.50 p&p. For more details, contact Patricia on 01202 826244. All proceeds go towards the Veterinary and Welfare needs of the 16 feral cats currently in her care.