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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Of Mitsy, Mice and Moths

My little pussycat is Mitsy, inherited from Dan the Computer Man. She’s been with me since 2008 and was with Dan for about a year before that so that makes her four years old. She’s lovely and there is one impending problem: what to do with her when I go to live abroad. Let me know if, after reading the following, you would still want to offer her a home? Am in two minds about chipping her, getting her a passport and taking her to the tax-free tropics with me. You can see she’s a beauty, can’t you? Mitsy’s timid. And […]

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