Our cat Nelson. Pippa’s Paddock holiday centre Sicily. It was one of those beautiful dusks. After a warmer than usual April day, sunset brought with it, as it always does in the Madonie mountains, a cool welcome breeze. I was driving the large old Jeep homeas I rounded a bend. These country roads are always littered with bits and pieces of anything and everything. Mostly bits of leaves and twigs, some debris from broken cars, someone’s paperbag that contained lunch at midday…. I thought nothing of it as I saw what may well have been a little bit of dark rag. For some reason, I steered to put a wheel each side and avoid driving over and squashing It.  Why on earth I should have done that, heaven knows. “Pips”, I turned to my 16 year old daughter, for whose sake the journey was being made as I drove her home from her afternoon out with friends in town. “Please climb out and go and check that thing in the road. Something tells me it’s a hurt animal, probably a bird. Perhaps we can help it.” Pippa doesn’t need telling twice. She always rushed to help any injured or distressed animal, and out she went to return with the minutest kitten ever. Not only was he tiny but he was immensely ugly. The poor fellow was completely blind and both his eyes were bulging out so far it looked like they would pop out any minute. He had obviously struggled to keep up with the competition for his mother’s milk against his stronger siblings and now he had been abandoned by his mother as he appeared to be a completely lost cause. I was sure that putting him down painlessly would be the only way to go. Still, Pippa comforted the twitching little body as best she could and he seemed to settle down and resign himself to his fate, perhaps even enjoying a bit of clearly harmless embrace. Once home we gave him some warm milk. He had obviously only ever drank his mother’s milk and didn’t have a clue how to lap it up. We had to put the saucer away after he had managed to spray milk everywhere except into his stomach and I reckoned a small Italian coffee cup might do it. It took a few minutes, but eventually he figured he could stick his tiny head in as far as it would go and rather than drown, the milk would find its way past his throat and into his belly. He drank ferociously. In every other way he was a strong little creature, but, my goodness, was he ugly! One eye was so bulged out...