Scamp by name, scamp by nature....

I'd arrive home late at night, pausing for a while listening to something on 'Talk' radio often I would hear a plaintiff little (((meooww))). Scamp had seen the car and had come across the gardens from where he lived to say hello. When I opened the door he'd hop on in, have a bit of an explore and a fuss, before settling down on the rear parcel shelf to have a wash.

I always felt obliged to stay a while as he'd made the effort to come and see me even if it was raining or cold. One day he stopped coming....

I later heard from his owner that he'd turned up late one evening with most of his tail missing and minus one leg! The vet had found teeth marks on the bone. Scamp had had a terrible time and was lucky to be alive. His owner thought he might not make a full recovery and wouldn't be able to be let out again. Months past and I didn't see Scamp....

Today there was a ginger and white ball of fluff up by the cold frame, it was Scamps favourite spot, he could keep an eye on the bird table and any arrivals by car from this lookout. As I approached, a cat skulked in the bushes, nervous at my advance. I called his name, a pause, a quick shake and then an athletic leap onto the lawn. Only three legs and no tail wasn't going to hold Scamp back as he bounded down the lawn. He was his good old self, smarming around and rolling over wanting his tummy tickled. Welcome back Scamp, always fluffy in the face of adversity....