Posted: Yesterday at 22:13
I don't have a cat, but 10.5 years ago one turned up on our backstep wanting to come in. She belonged to our new neighbours and is called Pebble. Since that day she comes in for breakfast, lunch and dinner, brings us live or dead mice. She once ate a blue tit outside our lounge door (opens onto the garden). Heaven knows how she caught it. A few times she has demanded to be let in with a live mouse and banged on the glass. We have lol'd when she took a leap onto the arm of a sofa, missed and flew right over it and onto the floor. She has 'guarded' both my boys when they were babies in their moses baskets, and lets them stroke and play with her, none too gently. She has laid on me in my bed when I was really ill. In January at the ripe age of 14, she will be moving house to Birmingham and we will all miss her.