When Jilly pulled Murph out from under the truck, she had to do it three times, kept going back under, so she brought her home. Fed her with a bottle for a week, think she was about two weeks old Gary. Asked all around the village if she belonged, but nobody wanted her, so she's still here five years later, chipped and with her own passport and much loved by the folks who live down the lane. Now an equal part of the family, an Anglo/French feline!
Its Thursday again already, time to rise and trundle off to Ford for the car boot sale, let you know how I get on!

