There was a knock on the door. Mom answered it. Turned out to be the neighbour's mother, a widow. When her husband died, she left his cat with us.
She said that she had captured a cat that was chased by the kids in her village. I find it strange that a cat of such breed is ownerless. The reason that she came to our house is that her daughter is out when she came for a visit.
But the cat, of course. The canine is a she, and at blog time is still nameless. A domestic longhair in a village? Unimagineable.
Actually, she's scared.
Cat and curiosity are inseperable.
Must find a name. Dad's suggesting a Western name this time.