During July, in my 2004 trip to Mexico, I found a small cat. Or maybe it would be more correct to say that he found me. He was very thin and weighed almost nothing and yowled all the time because he was hungry. So I fed him. And gained a cat. He has grown considerably heavier since we met! I didn't give him a name, because I knew I could not keep him for ever so I just called him Little Cat. Here are pictures of him enjoying travelling in my motor home. It was rather hard to take these photos because I needed to stop driving to take the photo, and because I have a wrist strap on the camera that he likes to chase. If he has one eye open and he spots it then - pounce - he's onto the wrist strap, and I've missed my photo.
Here, at the beginning, you can read the end of the story, if you like.
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