LITTLE TIGERS
Is there anything more wild than the first litter born to a farmyard cat? They scamper for shelter at the slightest alarm, and glare from cover with the jungle light in their eyes. An acquaintance was telling me how he had been helping to capture one of these broods at a farm already overrun with wild cats. 'They were living in the cavities of outhouse walls,' he said, 'and they were so fierce that we dared not put our hands into the holes to extricate them. We tried everything to lure them out but without success. In the end somebody remembered the bee-smoking outfit. We gave them a few putts and reached them with seed bags over our hands. What snarling, spitting furies they were! Scaled-down tigers someone called them. They ripped the fibres of the close-woven bags to shreds and 1 was relieved when they- were all safely in the basket. Sisters to the fireside eat they may have been, but they were about the wildest • things] have ever handled!'
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