Just had a letter to say that Polly a cat I homed in 2002 died last week and for some reason its hit me harder than most. Polly started life as a feral kitten and she and her brother were trapped by me in 2000, both had horrific cat flu and eye problems, I called them Huckleberry and Finlay and they took great pleasure in drawing blood in those early weeks. Huckleberry was blind and got a wonderful home with a Norwegian forest cat who had a huge outside run, he was the most loving. Finley was an adult when we rehomed her partly because of her nervous temprement but being black didnt help either, anyway that was september 2002 and we visited her regularly, she became a very spoilt girl called Polly.
So odd that I have 2 black ferals coming in today !