It was all skin and bones, so we took it home and fed it and then let it out. Only it wants to stay with us, and is putting Lily’s nose out of joint. The two of them are having a battle about dominance, usually in the middle of the night, leaving a trail of fur through the house.
The cat is a beautiful chocolate colour and is obviously a stray used to living on the mean streets of Stornoway.
The children were allowed to name her and came up with “Little cat”, which had the virtue of accuracy and simplicity but was hardly suitable. We vetoed “Lucky”, and overruled the naming process to call her “Bourneville” – aka “Bourbills” in the children’s’ vocabulary.