My sister had a kitten from the same litter as Kizzy. A bright ginger boy named Tango. Tango's life is quite different to Kizzys. Living on a farm. Playing chase with the cows. Lining up his mice and bird catches in the barn. Irritating the horses, And roaming freely.
Well he hasn't been home for two nights and my sister was worried. They recently lost a horse (just died in the end) and with her wedding tomorrow, she was a bit upset.
Her man went out looking for him this morning, searched everywhere, right down on the road and through the walkways. On his way back he heard a pitiful crying. Yes Tango was up a tree. The biggest tree around. He'd been there all the time, in the wind and rain. Clinging on and crying.
So he called his dad who brought up the tractor, and he got into the bucket digger thing and they maneuvered it up high into the tree and rescued him.
When home he ate tons but is finding it hard to wee, think he caught a little chill.
They also bought a new pony today called Harry.
A nice, happy ending story for you to warm you this wet windy September Sunday's night.
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