Back in 1999, I moved out of the family home and went to live in a pokey 1 bedroom flat. Suffice to say I couldn't stand the pressure (read "her") at the old place and decided I would become a hermit. (A lifelong ambition by the way).
So I was not in a particularly good space you unnerstand.
A then a magical thing happened...
Some background:
I was in one of three flats. The original homestead was just next door. Occupied by three students from Thailand. One of whom loved cats. He had about six of them. Every afternoon he would come home from University and set out a chair in the back yard. He would collect together his armoury of cat toys, call all the cats out and spend the next two hours playing with them. Strangely enough, the cats seemed to love this and hung around for ages.
Apart from one cat. She was very curious and very social where humans were concerned. She seemed to like the species and visited all the flats regularly. Where she would pick up pens and pencils in her mouth and deposit them throughout the other flats. God knows why.
And Then:
One day she came into my place, looked at me and said "You look like you need a cat. That would be ME!". I'd like to think that she decided to help a distressed human but I suspect her real motive was to be an "Only Cat" and therefore subject to abject fawning and the currying of favour from her human compan..err I mean slave. Let alone shitting on all her former "companions"
She turned out to be the most dedicated, devoted and affectionate cat, the likes of which I had never experienced before. And long lived as well. I have never had a companion animal for such a long time
And today I had to put an end to her life. She was just wearing out and although in no obvious pain, was not very happy either. I figured it was not fair to continue her life in discomfort. So I did the dastardly deed and now feel like the murderer of a good friend.
Here she is in former times;
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