Monday, 8 September 2008
Max has arthritis and is totally deaf. He somehow walked from a row of cottages two miles away to my house. He must have crossed a stream by going over the main road bridge. He came through my cat flap and went to sleep on a bench. I knew where he came from so I returned him, only for him to repeat the journey the next day.
I returned him again, this time with a handful of cat biscuits. It was Christmas Eve. On Christmas morning he was back on the bench in my kitchen looking very pleased with himself.
He was not settled in his previous home and had been sleeping outdoors. His owner agreed he could stay with me, and he's been here for five years now.