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  • I've had several cats in my life, the first was imaginatively name Tom, a big black and white tom cat, he was not quite a kitten, not quite an adult when he came to live with us. Next came Toby, all black and very friendly, a vocal little feller who would chirp and twitter at us conversationally. Tom and Toby made friends of a sort, or at least tolerated each other. Tom would wait at the bus stop for me too, he know exactly when.
    Our first house had another row of similar houses behind and the gardens butted on to each other, the family behind us had two beautiful british blue cats, the female had kittens and, inevitably, we added Emily to our feline family, another black and white cat with slightly long hair. Tom tolerated Emily and as he had been neutered was not interested. Toby hadn't had his visit to the vet yet and unfortunately we missed the opportunity, Emily had kittens.

    Now Tom was a big cat, but when he encountered a tiny ball of fluff with its tail fluffed out and hissing at him he turned tail and fled! Sad to say he never really came back, I tried to keep him at home but he had had enough and moved in with a family a few streets away.

    We kept one of the kittens, the little black monster who scared big old Tom, we named him Jethro, and then discovered that that wasn't appropriate and changed her name to Sacha!

    In 1979 we moved back to our home town, sadly the cats couldn't cope with the busier road and gradually we lost all three of our friends.

    Tigger, our only tabby, joined the family when we lost Emily, when Toby finally met a car head on we decided to stick with just one cat. Tigger had one near miss and lived to ripe old age.

    Next came Cassie, she was a lovely girl but got run over too. Our daughter was devastated as she had made a special friend of Cassie. I felt that maybe a cat was a bad idea where we lived, however when my sister mentioned some kittens needing homes.............. along came Finn, black and white like poor Cassie but with a longer coat. He never really liked outdoors much and he moved to Devon with us, living to the amazing age of nearly 19 despite a growth in his skull which meant he couldn't close one eye. Two years of eye drops and medication we finally had to say goodbye and let him go.

    Now Mumford................

    All our cats have had their own personalities, Emily was addicted to rich tea biscuits, Finn was known as the 'fabulous falling feline' he could fall off anything and stand there looking confused!
    Tigger was a cat who walked alone pretty much and stole food from all the neighbours cats! Cassie was a very wise little cat and understood that our little girl needed a friend, very sad to lose her. Tom was a proper tom cat, everything on his terms and his favourite sleeping position was on his back, head down along your legs with his head almost at your feet! Toby could look as if he had been bent in half backwards and be peacefully sleeping, he was also know as 'really burglar' tried to drag a 14lb turkey away by the parsons nose, it was bigger than him, and drank a whole jug of batter that had been set aside to our neighbours house!
    Mumford is a maniac, he knows exactly when to start the riot too, when I'm on the phone!
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