A week past Friday, me and Milly were bumbling home and found a little lost dog (a Yorkshire Terrier called Tiny). After a brief spell hanging out at our house (frightening poor, elderly Gus cat), we managed to get through to her owner's phone number and reunite her. Hurray!
Skip forward a week to this Friday... a young lost-looking cat followed some friends all the way to school, where I scooped her up. I've checked her for identity chips, put up 'Cat Found' posters, and registered her with Battersea Cat and Dogs' Home. So far, no-one's claimed her and she's snoozling happily on my sofa. (Gus isn't completely convinced that she's OK.)
Then on Saturday, I found a stray frog on the pavement in the next street. (I took it to the wildlife pond in Ally Pally park, as there is no Battersea Frogs Home.)
Just call me Dr Doolittle!
Karen McDoolittle :c)

wow you are dr doolittle. i feel like taking stray dogs home that i see that are wandering round streets really cold and thin. my mum says it's dangerous and the dog could be nasty

i love dogs! all of them!!!!!!! lol!
wheeeeee!!
kitty x

MY CAT USED 2 BE A STRAY!!!!! WE NEVER FOUND AN OWNER SO NOW HES OURS.