A little 6 week old kitty made it's home at my workplace almost a week ago, sleeping in the bushes, crying and crying for it's mummy and food. Managements plan of action was 'ignore the problem'.
Every night after work I've sat in the garden trying to entice kitty during biting cold wind, rain, hail, heat and mosquitoes with food and kind words. Despite the efforts of well meaning idiots whose plan of action was to chase the little kitty to try to catch it.
Tonight I had success! It took an hour but he/she was finally a big brave kitty and ventured into my cat carrier where I'd placed food.
Another woman at work had arranged a foster home already just in case. I've let her take kitty home with her tonight and she'll take him/her to a foster home tomorrow.
I am so relieved. I've spent almost a week planning, stressing and not sleeping worrying about this little scrap of a life. 
PS When I saw Tas's little bear giving me roses I thought to myself "oh how lovely, I love the idea of receiving roses".
And my wish came true! 
well done Cat. 
it's such a relief when you know they have a proper home isn't it? A job well done on your part
