Babysitter

Went out to fill up the hay bags this morning and the little stray kitty was in the yard. Garbo was looking after him. He was so gentle, sniffing him (and each exhale must have been like a tornado for the kitten), and keeping Maraschino away. He kept looking at me like 'don't worry - I'll look after him'.

It seems this kitten has no home and is sleeping/living in the yards and the hay shed judging by the cat poo around that area.

I picked him up and he was really skinny and coughing and has rainscald on his ears. Poor thing. If someone does own him - he doesn't know about it!