C is for Cats

C I love animals. I have two dogs now, and would probably have cats too if it weren’t for my allergies. 

When I was a kid, though, our family did have two cats.  I named both of them.  The older one, a pure-white cat, was named Josie.  Thinking back on it now, I suspect I was influenced by "Josie and the Pussycats." 

The other cat was a little beast – a grey tabby.  I gave him the dubious name of Flower.  Flower was the big boy tabby cat who used to kill rodents, and sit on a stump across the road from the bus stop crunching on them.  "Crunch.  Crunch.  Crunch."  My memory is a little sketchy on this, but I’m sure I heard him belch now and again after eating some delectable morsel of vole/mole/mouse/chipmunk.

He was never the sort of cat who would make a kill and then bring it to you, placing it gently at your feet or on your pillow.  Oh no, he was the sort of cat would would make a kill and then EAT it, because that was the way of the natural world.  Cats kill things, then they eat them.

Flower ended up going to live at a farm somewhere a few years after we got him.  Josie, I still don’t know where she ended up.  The one thing I do know, though, is that my dad’s horrible asthma attacks stopped instantly once the cats moved out.

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  1. Something that may interest you – indeed it is in a cats nature to kill things, but when it comes to eating it afterwards, thats all to do with what the cat has learnt. Not all cats eat their catch, though judging by my white cats often blood soaked fur, i am guessing hes an eater!

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