What the Cat dragged in
	A light-hearted look at those things your pet feline will bring home to share with you. The idea for this section came about when Carol heard on the radio that a cat in Suffolk had brought in a rat with six legs!

As heard by Carol One cat brought in a haddock that turned out to belong to a friend down the road. Another cat came home with a jackdaw that was a neighbour's pet. Yet another had a goldfish and dropped it after being chased around the garden. The fish had light scarring and so was put back in the neighbour's pond. Later the neighbour said he couldn't understand how they'd come by an extra goldfish! One lady had nursed a wound on the snake her cat had turned up with. She released it under some brambles and weeks later found a nest of baby snakes. One cat came in first of all with some balls of wool. As it was wartime and there was rationing, the lady knitted a pair of gloves. The next time he turned up with some raw liver which was cooked and given to him. As they lived near a number of shops they would have been unable to trace where the items had come from!

Paula Mathers Our first event involved our beautiful ginger and white Tigger (sadly now long gone) who developed a penchant for goldfish. For about a month he regularly appeared with them - sometimes still alive, sometimes half eaten! The live ones were transported to a friend's pond. This all happened at least 12 years ago and it was only recently that I found out the source of Tigger's goldfish supply - neighbours several houses down the road, who incidentally have become very good friends despite the stolen fish!     The second episode was much more recent - the tale of "Pigeon Day" as it is now referred to! I came down early one morning to find a young pigeon flapping around the utility room. Having eventually managed to catch it, what to do with it? The garden was no good as it would have been brought back in, or worse! I decided to take it to the school playing fields opposite my house (there were trees around the edge). Mission accomplished, I came back home feeling quite proud of my efforts. Back in the house I found a dead pigeon in the kitchen - simply disposed of with a garden burial. Indoors again and I began to think I was hallucinating - another pigeon fluttered round the dining room, and so another trip to the playing fields! I'm still at a loss to know how I ended up with 3 pigeons in the house in less than an hour. I can only assume the young birds all decided to take their maiden flight at the same time, albeit not very successfully, and one or more of the cats took full advantage of the situation! I'm pleased to say that there has been no repetition of "Pigeon Day". I'm already known locally as the Cat Lady or the Dog Lady and don't really want to become the Bird Lady as well!