Was feeding a hungry Pixie last night when I heard cats fighting. Wah. Been a long time since I heard screaming like this. Decided to check out where I thought the sound came from - Cotton's block. By the time I reached the fight scene, the two cats have already dispersed. I found the smaller cat sitting at the stone table, looking forlorn. She appeared friendly and I fed her two whiskas wet packs. I decided to name her Ashley. She drank quite a bit of water - must be thirsty. On closer look, I found a pinkish patch behind one of her ears - should be a result of the fight earlier. My mum told me she saw this young cat hiding up a tree the day before, looking frightened. My guess is that she's a home cat, either abandoned or got lost. I found Ashley at the same stone table this morning on my way out. You know, she has really nice fur, soft and smoky look. Will check on her this evening. Here are some of her pics.
The animals of the world exist for their own reasons. They were not made for humans any more than black people were made for white, or women created for men. ~Alice Walker
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