Today I have been feeling pretty pants, my throat is sore, as is my right ear. I cannot swallow and I cannot hear properly. Both are actually quite painful.
There is something that I love though when I am ill, and that is the animals ability to know and understand that you are not quite right, and the way the cats come and curl up with you when you are feeling bad.
However much I say I love the dog (and I do) I will admit to anyone that I am much more of a cat person.
As a child I never had a cat, but in the summer of 2000, a large black and white cat adopted me at the beach house. At the time I was running summer schools in Cornwall and I was staying at the beach house a lot on my own. When I arrived, he would be waiting for me. At the end of the summer my mother brought him home on the condition that when I left home so did he!
We stayed with my parents for a year before we moved in with moors-daddy. Guinness as he was called (due to the white tip on his tail) was a beautiful, soft, cuddly cat. He and moors-daddy were inseparable. He slept at my feet every night, until one morning I was aware he hadn't been on the bed. In my heart I knew something was wrong, moors-daddy said he was just out. I searched the house and found him under Beanie's bed.
He was with us 8 years and we would become lost without him. We had no cat in the house for four months and whilst away with friends we realised how much Beanie missed him. On our return we paid a visit to the cats and dogs home and came back with two kittens a fortnight later!
Max and Ruby were brother and sister, and were lovely.
So we went back to the cats and dog home.
I had seen two beautiful cats online, on the page that lists those that had been there too long.
We went to find cages of kittens, but I spotted the two I had seen, and I had to have them.
|One eyed Albert.|
|Max and Albert|
|All 3 together!|