After several 'phone calls and a bit of dithering as to times, we met a homely young couple outside The Goal Post in a local village...
She was clutching...not so much a kitten...more of a cat really. Bright ginger, wearing a rather superior expression on its face.
The girl handed her...it's a her rather than a him...over and we stuffed her into the cat carrier and took her home.
Murphy wasn't in the least impressed...he yowled and spat and his fur stood on end...Molly stalked past him with her nose in the air as she went into each room to decide whether her new home lived up to expectations...
They spent the night together shut in the bathroom and emerged this morning...not the best of friends yet, but happy enough to play together without it ending in bloodshed.
Molly is house-trained...her coat is clean...she looks perfectly healthy.
She's very friendly and loves to be cuddled...
Wonder what the real story is?