A kitten's tail (concluded)

Isn't it just typical - within 2 hours of forking out £20 on a scratchy post (complete with boinging jingle ball), spongy golf balls, a fine fluffy catnip rat and a new eating bowl for Henry Wowler, his original owners turned up on our doorstep! Far from being callously dumped in the woods, he'd actually escaped from their house at the end of October, and somehow survived in the wild for more than a week before hubcap found him. My heart sank into my slippers when they recognised him... but a month of adventures is a long time in a kitten's life - and when he didn't recognise them, or answer to his old name, they said we could keep him!

I'm so pleased... it wasn't until I thought we'd have to give him back that I realised how fond of him I'd become, how empty the house would feel without him, and how I'd miss him (in spite of his infernal naughtiness). So it's official - he's now 'our Henry'!