I've had three cats in the last 30 years, or so. Not a lot, I realise, but Gizzie managed to reach the grand old age of 19 years and she wasn't the sort to mix well with other cats, so it didn't seem fair to upset her with more.
Still, I'm getting ahead of myself.
Maisie was the first of our cats - she adopted us rather than us adopting her, so it was a bit of a privilege to have her. She was abused by her owners kids and decided enough was enough so moved in with us. more...
While we had her, we also adopted Fred, a rescue cat with an amazing personality and a truly soft nature. He loved to play, only went birding once (and got a live pigeon) and had some success fishing. more...
After Maisie died, we took on Gizzie and Gizzie took over our lives for the next 19 years. more...
I've put up a page for each of the cats with their own stories in a little more detail.
The future? Well, I'm cat less at the moment and desperately lonely without a cat to tell me what to do all the time. I will have another cat and it will be a rescue (and neutered) cat. (Actually, I have a feeling I'll end up with two). Not just yet though.
Having Gizzie for 19 years has meant that one or two jobs have gone undone for fear of upsetting her - stupid huh? Well, we need new central heating installed, need a new carpet and the white paint in my bedroom isn't that white any more. So I'll get these jobs out of the way and then I think I'll be ready to hand my life over to a couple of cats again.
Actually, the resolve to get the heating done fall through and on Sunday, June 22, 2008 we nipped over to Wales and picked up Sammy. He's had a bit of a strange start to life but seems to want to make it work in our house more...