Ah, that's a loss. Looks like he had a splendid life!My wee pal Daryl passed away a couple of weeks ago... Got him as a stray kitten. He was 20, loved food and sunbathing.
Will miss my wee chum.
Gone but never forgotten.
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A very good friend of ours once said that if reincarnation is real, she wants to come back as one of her pets.Ah, that's a loss. Looks like he had a splendid life!
My condolences. Our recent loss still hits hard.My wee pal Daryl passed away a couple of weeks ago... Got him as a stray kitten. He was 20, loved food and sunbathing.
Will miss my wee chum.
Gone but never forgotten.
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Love that story!when I was around 13 years old one of my brothers insisted we take a kitten off his schoolfriend as they had several.
So we got this kitten with huge head and paws but spindly legs and body. It soon became obvious he was a tom and my mother wanted him fixed.
My brothers and I appealed to our father and he ruled the cat would remain a tom. So he grew into this enormous cat with huge shoulder muscles. I don't think I've ever seen a bigger cat. A visiting American colleague of my father's once saw the tom prowling around the garden and expressed surprise that we had bobcats in England.
There was a cat door so he could come and go as he pleased. Sometimes for as much as two weeks. He'd come back covered in scars from fighting, scoff a whole tin of food and about half a pint of milk, and then go to sleep on top of the boiler. He was affectionate, but you couldn't muck him about and the only person he deferred to was my father.
Anyway one day there is a stray cat crying in the bushes at the end of the garden. He looked in very poor shape. I asked my mother if I could bring him in but she said no, we already had a cat.
Half an hour or so later in comes our tom cat with this other cat right behind him. I put down his food but he just stood there while the other cat eat it. Once it had finished it wandered off into the living room and curled up on a chair.
My mother returned and was not happy that I'd brought him in. I told her it was nothing to do with me, our cat had brought him in. Happily I had witnesses.
He got named Smudge, soon recovered to full health, and had a happy ten years or so. Ironically, my mother was his favourite.
The two cats got on except first thing in the morning, before they were fed, when they would go up on their haunches and box at each other. Hilarious to watch.
You'd probably have found they were playing in reality - my two used to chase each other up and down the stairs occasionally (my Lord I miss them so much).when I was around 13 years old one of my brothers insisted we take a kitten off his schoolfriend as they had several.
So we got this kitten with huge head and paws but spindly legs and body. It soon became obvious he was a tom and my mother wanted him fixed.
My brothers and I appealed to our father and he ruled the cat would remain a tom. So he grew into this enormous cat with huge shoulder muscles. I don't think I've ever seen a bigger cat. A visiting American colleague of my father's once saw the tom prowling around the garden and expressed surprise that we had bobcats in England.
There was a cat door so he could come and go as he pleased. Sometimes for as much as two weeks. He'd come back covered in scars from fighting, scoff a whole tin of food and about half a pint of milk, and then go to sleep on top of the boiler. He was affectionate, but you couldn't muck him about and the only person he deferred to was my father.
Anyway one day there is a stray cat crying in the bushes at the end of the garden. He looked in very poor shape. I asked my mother if I could bring him in but she said no, we already had a cat.
Half an hour or so later in comes our tom cat with this other cat right behind him. I put down his food but he just stood there while the other cat eat it. Once it had finished it wandered off into the living room and curled up on a chair.
My mother returned and was not happy that I'd brought him in. I told her it was nothing to do with me, our cat had brought him in. Happily I had witnesses.
He got named Smudge, soon recovered to full health, and had a happy ten years or so. Ironically, my mother was his favourite.
The two cats got on except first thing in the morning, before they were fed, when they would go up on their haunches and box at each other. Hilarious to watch.
I remember one of my two, (His Royal) Titchpuss my soul brother, was a visitor to my pad for the first few years of life before we took him and mukka Ollie on as 'ours' (actually I/we were theirs but I digress). Titch got to six months old and began to swagger. Always affectionate towards me, he ruled the neighbourhood even at that age. Anyway, he disappeared for a few days and next he came a'calling, a certain part of his anatomy wasn't there any more. He lost a bit of the swagger, but he really did rule his manor and defended it, often noisily and nearly had an eye scratched out on one occasion, which was a great excuse to snuggle on our bed and receive lots of sympathy and even more fuss as he healed.. He and I could almost share concept/thoughts without words - those of you with close bonds to pets will understand I think. Little Ollie (Dumpling) just stared at us in total bewilderment most of the time until he was much older, but was a loving little soul as long as his 'biccie bowl' was fullMy condolences. Our recent loss still hits hard.
Our new boy Charlie (full name Bonnie Prince Charlie) is coming along nicely. He has just recovered from his neuter surgery and has retained most of his energy. Still an indoor-only cat but I will introduce him to the barn soon. He is such a a snuggle bunny that I think he will primarily be a house cat.
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Beautiful puss. Looks just like our late Cookie's brother Cream who was sadly struck and killed by the roadside (poor lady driver was totally distraught) at the tender age of 1. Unlike his sister, he was spicey and could not be contained. Our new boy will likely only be allowed outside under supervision and with a harness and lead which he is slowly getting used to.View attachment 318819
18 pounds of fur and love. Run over in the alley 3 years ago. No more outside cats. New cats are indoor units only. Too heartbreaking to find your bestie flattened.
I love the Simon's Cat cartoons