Cats: 31 Days of Abundance, Day Twenty One

When I was sixteen, my mother came home from the hairdresser with a shoebox for me, a shoebox that wriggled. And inside was Charlotte a.k.a. Lottie. She wasn’t my first cat but she was the first to be mine and mine alone. Lottie was white and ginger and I hardly remember her at all and no wonder. I only lived at home for another three years until she became theirs. They didn’t mind. My Mum had grown up on a farm and loved animals, and my Dad had wanted to be a vet until the war intervened. He had a […]

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