Our last pussy cat had to be taken to the vet this morning. He was over 18 years old and was in failing health. In the last few days he had all but given up on life, not eating and barely drinking so it was time to let him have his rest. Many memories though.
There was much mirth earlier on when my daughter looked out of her bedroom window. Next door’s kitten was perched on the lopped trunk of the tree that sits in our front garden. She did get back down safely and even managed to retain her dignity doing so.