April 4, C is for CAT
Over the years I’ve have had many cats but when I married my husband wasn’t keen on us having a cat. He comment was, ‘no animal inside, unless it lives in a tank or cage.’ That changed one night back in 1992. Our elder daughter was a Guide leader and a stray kitten walked into the hall, all the girls wanted it and to be fair, she brought it home to us. Her and her sister really worked on their Dad and after a vet check, the cat was hers. Now for a name! Easy! As she had come home literally clinging to her uniform jumper, the name was obvious; Clingon! Nothing to do with Star Trek. Clingon invaded all our lives, with gentle nudges, sharp swipes and even not so gentle scratches. And a purr so loud, that my husband thought she should have been called Evinrude, after the outboard engine! First up had to give her biscuits and make sure her water glass was full. Yes, a yellow plastic tumbler was her preferred source of water. I...