I’m very much a cat person rather than a dog person – I don’t much like dogs at all (all that having to walk in all weathers and pick up and carry dog poo in a bag isn’t for me, I’m afraid. And I have a friend who has three huge hound type dogs, who all absolutely stink – the smell in her house is so bad you can smell it from the end of the drive – no exaggeration. I don’t go and see her at home very often, and I NEVER accept a lift in her car!).
Anyway, back to this post. My brother and I each had a cat for our birthdays one year (can’t remember how old I was – maybe 8?). My cat was Samson, and he had a lovely friendly personality and loved being around people. He was jet black.
Samson lived a fairly long and happy life, and unfortunately had to be put to sleep as he had liver cancer, while I was away working at sea, when he was around 12.
Since moving to Devon some 17 years ago, we’ve had five cats – Dennis, Douglas, General Maximus, and our current two, Ron & Reg.
Dennis moved to Devon with me from Bournemouth – he was a big ginger tom cat, but a real softy. Ironically, he lasted for several years living in a relatively busy part of Torquay traffic-wise, but was killed by a car after we’d moved to a small village in the countryside, when he was about six and I was pregnant with William.
I’ve only seen my husband cry three times in the time we’ve been together, and I remember him digging a hole in the garden to bury Dennis with tears rolling down his cheeks. We were SO upset to lose him.
Sadly, over the next five years, we lost two more cats to drivers on that same road – Douglas and General Maximus. General Maximus was a beautiful Maine Coon cat, the best cat we’ve ever had, and was only just over a year old when he was killed. I often like to say that he was ‘the light that burned twice as bright, but half as long’.
It wasn’t even a parrticularly dangerous road – plenty of people who lived there had cats, but it just seemed that we were unlucky with ours.
Only a few days after Maximus died, we moved to our current home, which is further away from the road than our previous house, with a long drive, and we decided to get two new cats – Ron & Reg (they’re brothers), who have now been with us for six years. They are chalk and cheese in personality, often bicker, but mostly get on well, and never a day goes past when they don’t give us something to talk about or some sort of entertainment.
I hope I’m never without a cat in my life.