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Last night around 10 a repetitive sound started outside. It had been going for at least half an hour when Tony said, "is that a bird?"

His dad nodded without listening. We have had odd chirpy birds at night but once the sound was pointed out, I realised it wasn't quite right. I made the others quieten down and listen and it became clear it wasn't a bird.

It was a lost and very frightened kitten.

I went out and sat with it for a while, hoping his mother would arrive for him, he was clearly too young to fend for himself. After a few hours, I gave up and brought him in. I reckon he's about five weeks old. Thank goodness he's weaned and after a rather distressed night and morning, he's starting to explore a bit.

It seems we've been adopted. She certainly is starting to act as if she owns the place.

I am shifting rather randomly between he and she -- fact is I can't actually tell yet!

But he ...er, or she ... is a real cutie!