When I opened our front door at 5.45am today, four little cats looked up and meowed at me.
They are strays - a mother and three kittens almost as big as she is, so malnourished has she become as she desperately tries to feed her litter.
These cats had come to the right door. My wife Andrea abhors seeing animals neglected or treated cruelly.
Andrea began secretly buying cat food sachets and hiding them in the bottom cupboard because she thought I would disapprove of feeding stray cats.
At first she thought she was only feeding the mother cat, barely out of kittenhood herself. Then the trio of kittens turned up. Now they all meow at our door every morning.