I usually don’t get up early in the morning. However, I was thinking of Tigger, the ginger cat at Whampoa. He had not stepped out of his recently made shelter for the past three nights, and I thought he might be in trouble.
The little shelter is covered with cloth, and I can only see his tiny paws. The place he sleeps is right in front of someone’s corridor. The owner of the flat hardly opens the door at the hour when I am feeding the cats. Last night, the door was opened, and Tigger was hardly moving in his shelter. I was worried he could be unwell or chained. I woke up immediately, took a quick shower, and cycled over to check on him.
There he is! Safe and sound!
I’ll make sure I flip the cloth every night to check on him.
Before I cycled to Whampoa, I saw a fledgling lying helplessly on the cover of the drain. I picked her up and placed her somewhere safe, promising to help her once I was done with Tigger.
When I returned, the fledgling had moved away from its original location. I saw a white cloth, a cup of water, and a half-empty water bottle lying there. I believe they came from the funeral wake nearby. It’s good to know that people care.
I tucked the fledgling in the cat carrier and contacted ACRES. I’m glad that ACRES was willing to take over.
I believe she is weak, which is why the way she rested looked a little awkward.
I dropped her off at ACRES at noon. I hope all goes well for her!
A busy morning for a good cause!
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