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Contrails morph in the dawn sky.
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Breakfast time entertainment.
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This morning was like a water colour.
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Lily watched from a new favourite place, the Nut box.
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Little Man came to stare at her.
They seem to have some special sort of bond.
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The other day Grant found a box of toys which apparently never got unpacked after our move 6 years ago.
Out came an assortment of delights that quickly got distributed across the floor.
Where a bare foot found one last night.
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Fortunately, it was a ping pong ball I stepped on and not one of the tacks that Dee Dee likes so much.
It got slightly dented, but I remembered my mother’s fix which is to pour boiling water on the damaged ball.
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Ping pong balls are popular with cats because they bounce noisily and are fun to bat about.
Before I became a cat-carer, I used to do needlework. I enjoyed embroidery and tapestry, even knitting.
But such hobbies don’t survive cats.
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Mohammed allowed my plants to thrive, but my beautiful African violets were soon done for when Kina came on the scene and after that I never again attempted to keep plants or flowers indoors.
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Gorgeous Kina.
He worked out how to find himself a better home.
A year or so after he left, I went with a friend to visit him.
Check out the look and body language when I picked him up.
“Put me down! I’m not going back!”
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Yet when my friend said hello…
“Where you been, man? I missed you!”
Believe me, I tried to make him happy, but some relationships just don’t work.
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Yesterday I was reminded that it had been 11 years since the dreadful day when I made the decision that I should help Panther to leave his body.
Soon after I adopted him, I learned that he suffered with eosinophilic granuloma, a painful skin condition. It was treated with prednisone which was effective but over the long term it caused kidney failure.
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Panther was about a year old when he came to me and he was with me for 13 short, wonderful years.
He was a little black cat with a white bikini and misshaped front legs that did not stop him tearing about or establishing himself as the main man.
All the animals I’ve had in my life have been special and I love them all dearly, but Panther really got to me.
After all these years, I still miss him so much.
Thank you, Carolyn, for the memories happy and sad, and all the beautiful photos of your friends.
Joanna
Fond memories of Panther. I completely understand.
Best wishes, Pete.
As you said, all your pets have their own little place in your heart. But there’s always that one (or two) that’s extra special. Like Pete, I also understand … and believe that Panther will forever be in that special place in your heart.