She was out for her early morning walk when she found it.
It wasn’t much more than a kitten. She stood looking around, wondering where it might have come from. She knelt down to stroke it, it responded immediately to the affection. The old lady stood up and looked around again. It was a cold morning. She wasn’t sure whether she’d be doing the right thing, but on the other hand it would be good company for her. She picked it up and cradled it under her coat as she made her way home. As she went, she thought about how her life had not gone the way she had expected. No mister right, no family to care for. Too late for all that. Opening the door there was movement throughout the house. As usual, she was greeted by a great cacophony of meows. She smiled.
Truth was, she’s just the dotty old bird who lives in the house full of cats!