3pm and all’s quiet on the western front, so I made some hot chocolate after a trip to the bank. The phone went. “I’ve been feeding a little stray and now she is being tormented by male neighborhood cats”. I dropped the phone and reached the Southmead address 10 minutes later, basketed up a small boned dark tortie, and was quickly back at HQ. I finished my drink while Zandra enjoyed a meal in her new surroundings. However full we are, a female with kittens or a clearly unspayed female will always be admitted, even if a little juggling is involved!