There’s an old lady at the top of our road who feeds scraps to a cat who looks a bit old now.
There was an ambulance there when we left Saturday, and a blacked out transit van there when we returned so I’m assuming she’s died.
The cat was there today so I fussed it. Clean, bit of flesh over the ribs and spine with some flubber. There was a paper on the doormat so she’s obviously not in. I took him a plate of gourmet up and he glanced up at her window hopefully then walked off!.
He’s got an owner, hasn’t he?.