This is for Kwamie, she lived with my mum alongside Dog and Mazza.
I still remember picking out you and Dog to bring home? Such feral little hiss spots! Time and patience and you came round.
Such a long skinny young cat, although a little more plump in recent times!
I remember how you brought this wreck of a cat home with you, you seemed to know we would take him in. And how you put up with Mazza and his delight in sitting right on top of you at all times! That put upon expression on your little face being at the bottom of a pile of 2 chunky boy cats, not very gentlemanly eh?
The Christmas you dragged home half a turkey on boxing day, where you got it from we will never know, but it certainly wouldn't fit through the cat flap. Your thieving knew no bounds and continued with strings of sausages, sachets of cat food and a freshly cooked gammon steak! The neighbours must have been pleased when we moved on...
Most of all how you learnt to touch my finger with your nose even after all these years.
Gone far too soon and far too suddenly. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. Dog and Mazza will miss you like mad sweets.
Play hard with Benji, Fred and Ginger.
