LadyEllen
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Joined: 6/30/2006 From: Stourport-England Status: offline
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My favourite ever cat was definitely one whose life I saved. This would be 15 years ago now, and the people opposite me then had a ginger tom and a black and white queen kitten. They were great together - playing and curling up together; in my (then our) apartment, since they had adopted me too. We went away on holiday, and when we returned (my ex and I) these people had moved out. We spoke to the landlord who informed us the cats were at the cattery. How they could have done that I dont understand, but then they werent the best type of people, shall we say. We rushed over. The tom had already been put down, the little girl was crying piteously for him. We took her home and lived the next six years in a loving home, doing plenty of beasting about in the gardens at the back. She also developed an unhealthy interest in a piece of derelict land over the road, though she was always careful in crossing - but it didnt help our stress to see her dodging the artics etc! Then one morning (14th July, Bastille Day), I came out to get in the car to go to work. The cat was lying asleep on the kerb in the driveway in the sun (typical of her), so I went over to move her - and she was dead. Not a mark on her, nothing. We both cried buckets, and later buried her with her bowl and toys. Never before had such a wonderful cat and never will again I'm sure. It took me months to get over it - every time I opened a tin of tuna I broke down, as that had always brought her running. Still have a picture of her. Quite what it says about me that her death affected me so much, when people dying rarely touches me, I dont know! E
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