Dear Die-ary...

Well, I have a load of scratch marks on my arms. The most unfortunate thing is, they look like the product of self-harming.

Why do I have a load of scratch marks? My dear mother and I were out walking, and I said, "Oh look, there's a kitten in that bush." There was. Her immediate reaction was, "Awwwww the poor little kitten!!" And she urged me to get it out, as there were dogs going by also, barking at the kitten, but the kitten didn't want to move, so we thought it might have been hurt. Plus, as cat owners, we could tell this kitten was far too young to be out. But the bush had too many thorns, so we decided to come back later.

After several trips back to see if the kitten was still there (it had been there at least 4 hours, in the same spot), we called the RSPCA. After waiting 20 minutes to get through, we were eventually told to bugger off and see if it's there tomorrow. (Ahem, it was alledgedly frosty overnight.) So we decided to take matters into our own hands. Or, my ma did, but I was the one who had to take the action. So I was pushed into this bush, trying to get this kitten out, but it did not want to move. Strange thing is, it didn't mind being touched. In fact, I touched its face, and it 'gave' its chin for me to tickle (you know how cats do that?). About 5 attempts at getting it out, 7 times getting caught up in the thorns myself, over 18 large cuts, and 3 crazy looks from passers-by later, I decided to give up.

Whether the kitten is still there or not, I don't know. But if the kitten was out all night, I doubt it's still alive, as its fur was thin, and it was about 2-4 months old, so wouldn't stand a great chance of survival. Oh well, I tried. Sorry, 'we' tried.