Sad cat news

The vet came round to put down one of the cats yesterday.

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Posy big green eyes and the softest fur of any cat I’ve ever met, and huge scary claws that she only ever stuck into human flesh accidentally.

She had a tiny voice, not so much a meow as a mi.

She didn’t show any interest in meat or fish, but she did like blue cheese and prawns.

She didn’t like being picked up, and had limited tolerance for being stroked, but if she was curled up on the bed and you rested your head on her like a pillow, she would purr and purr. And then, once you lifted your head again, she’d methodically wash off any trace of contact.

She led a largely sedentary lifestyle, but when the mood took her she had a truly extraordinary turn of speed.

She brought in less prey than the other cats, but she did hold the house record for rarest catch: a big fat Convolvulus Hawkmoth, which is a rare vagrant in Britain.

She was a lovely cat.

10 Comments

  1. 24 March 2009 at 6:10 pm | Permalink

    Sorry to hear it, Harry. Bleu cheese and prawns? Sounds like she led a good life.

  2. 24 March 2009 at 6:19 pm | Permalink

    She is beautiful, Harry. I lost my little black cat something like 25 years ago — she was a rounder affair than Posy but just as sleek — and I still miss her. My condolences.

  3. Harry
    24 March 2009 at 11:31 pm | Permalink

    Thanks, both of you.

  4. 25 March 2009 at 8:04 am | Permalink

    Sorry to hear it.

  5. Harry
    25 March 2009 at 2:20 pm | Permalink

    Yes, it sucks.

  6. 26 March 2009 at 1:19 pm | Permalink

    My commiserations to you for this dreadful news.

    Will there be a shrine? For my last two cat departures we had to have shrines in the living room, and I got to write a poem for each of them. Our Fritz’s ashes are still sitting on the little table tucked behind the telly.

  7. Harry
    26 March 2009 at 7:41 pm | Permalink

    Thanks Rik. No, no shrine.

  8. 26 March 2009 at 11:43 pm | Permalink

    I’m so sorry, Harry.

  9. Harry
    27 March 2009 at 8:49 pm | Permalink

    Yeah, so am I. I keep expecting to find her in the usual places, and I walk carefully along dark corridors because she’s almost invisible in the dark. But it is what it is.

  10. shadygrove
    28 March 2009 at 2:39 pm | Permalink

    Oh, that’s sad. She sounds like a wonderful one. I’m sorry. Hugs.

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