A Cat A Day: 52/365

For your amusement and entertainment, I offer a prehistoric picture of me when I was eighteen (note tasteful “Lady Di” blouse), holding Tinkerbell. She has a funny front paw, because she got it stuck in next door’s letter box, thinking it was a cat flap. She lost three toes; very painful. She went on to live to the age of nineteen, so she recovered pretty well.

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A Cat A Day: 48/365

Look at beautiful Cleo! Annalise Adams has shared this picture with us and I was really touched by what she tells me about her beautiful companion:

Cleo is twelve years old. We rescued her when she was just four weeks old, a tiny little scrap who fitted in the palm of my hand. She’s a massive ball of fluff now! When God made me, he took a little bit of my sould and put it in this cat. We’re perfectly in tune with each other.

Obviously I love cats myself (or I would have made a blog about potatoes or lawnmowers), but I can’t usually express why I feel so fond of them. Annalise has put her feelings into words so precisely that I really admire her.

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