wee street cats

Shortly before moving back to Stirling to shake Leigh off my tail he promised to take care of my two black kittens with white socks and rehome them.I was then pregnant with my elder daughter and I could not take the odour of used cat litter.
When he found me twelve years later back in Embro he told me he had posted them through a letter box in an empty house.

Bang went the last fragment of trust, and I spent all my saving on 7 weeks in Oz telling everyone I was leaving for good. However I felt it would be a bit immoral to sign on the Aussie dole when I hadn't paid any tax and I did not see any way I could pay rent and pay a childminder out there as my younger one was only three. I had worked in Scotland as a market research interviewer, meeting a lot of talkative people but not making much money so back I went.

As for Linda and Lucie the kittens, street kids on Niddrie Mains Road probably heard them mewing loudly for food and bust into the empty dwelling. They may well have both become wee urban street cats, dodging the local dogs and scrounging the stairs and closes of Criagmillar for tidbits.