Yesterday we had a whirl wind trip taking in Isle sur tarn to pick up a generator, Albi for flour and Giallac for Brico depot (with a short coffee stop en route).Farmer J had to back to get bailed hay in before a heavy downpour and storm that was for casted stated. Just as we got back home the heavens opened, eventually stopping enough for the hay to be stacked in a hanger. During the time we were out we lost our live box. meaning a emergency dash into town to replace it.
Throughout the night it pored with rain but not enough to drown out a meowing from outside. This morning downstairs in the workshop a little fluff ball was found. Strict instructions from farmer J that it wasn't coming in the house the puppy cage was used (as per usual for small animals, It has certainly paid for itself that cage) to contain it once Miss F and I caught it.
Such a cutie, full of fluff with a loud meow and a healthy appetite its a lively little thing. Our gite guests had heard a meowing in the roof space above one of he bedrooms, it seems there is only one and no sign of mum, the only feral cats around here are a ginger and white and a grey tabby so no idea where this ones mum came from. A little girl, named Tempette (as she arrived in the storm) she and Miss F have fallen for each other although not allowed in the house shes exploring the hanger, enjoying hiding in the baler where there is enough hidey holes to escape from predators before she can defend herself.