My cats!

[S.Peelman]

Lovely cats.

I like cats, and cats like me. I'm pretty sure Whimsy wouldn't move away if I'd sit next to her, cats always come to me. My friend has the shyest cat ever, she hides from everyone when they'll visit, even my friend's mom. But not for me, she'll come to me!

I had two myself throughout my life, and two more at my father's. The first one though I barely remember, because she died when I was just a couple years old. The other was also older than me, but he lived on for a long time. He was a great cat. In character, but also in stature. He wasn't afraid of anything, and nobody could touch him. He'll chose the highest spot to sit on, and like a proud lion look down on his flock; us. We also have dogs, and the one I once talked about this site, the one that ate my GameBoy Color if you'd remember, a large Rhodasian, was firmly under my cat's thumb. Though he was picky about who he liked, he loved me. We have plenty of pictures of my cat safely sleeping right on my chest. As he got older he slowly deteriorated, until the point where he wouldn't wash himself anymore, and ate less and less. But strong as he was he didn't die. They say when a cat stops washing itself it'll soon die, and it knows it. But he didn't, and when he was 19, 12 years ago, we had to put him down, for his own sake.

My father's two cats were also the best. Not as large or proud, but kind and caring and friends to everyone. They were brothers, and couldn't live without one another. One sadly only lived for little under two years, as it was hit by a car. The second went through a brief period of grief, but lived a healthy life, became a real hunter and made friends with other cats in the neighbourhood afterwards. Until late last year, he was never sick before, but in the span of a week he developed severe kidney-failure and died at the age of 15.