Jane Pitcher describes how a little short-tailed calico adopted a family. We heard them first. They were invisible but for some fleeting, shadowy movements along the garden wall and the trembling blossoms on the bougainvillea. Yet their piercing voices, loudly mewing, carried across the garden and into the house. After several days of listening to

Normally my husband’s morning jog is an uneventful event; just lots of sweat and dirty washing! However one day in October, it took a surprising turn. Watching him go jogging down our road I was surprised to see him suddenly stop dead in his tracks, crouch down and almost climb into a storm-drain. What an