Coco,
pictured above, is the latest in a long line of cats in the Bor household. She
lives with Minnou, Harry and Josie.
Josie is
the last surviving cat from our previous home. She moved with us, fifteen years
ago, with her late brother Ginger and Mitzi. They joined Molly, an inherited
pregnant cat, who lived in one of our barns. Molly lived into her twenties, and
her off-spring still live with our next door neighbours from our previous
address.
Mitzi had
hated the move across Devon, and used to disappear for days or weeks on end
when we moved to our present house. Maybe she found somewhere else to be fed,
for one day, she walked off for the last time, never to return.
Mitzi had
been inherited by us at our previous home in the Blackdown Hills. We had
arrived there with just one ailing cat, Bimbo.
Bimbo had
been with us since my wife and I had bought our first home in Hertfordshire,
soon joined by Jasper, a large ginger cat. Bimbo and Jasper survived a move to
a larger Hertfordshire home and then to our first farmhouse in Devon. Jasper
died at that first Devon home, but Bimbo made one more move.
My wife
was working in Camden Town, in the early 1980s, when she passed a house with a sign proclaiming
"Kittens for Free". She brought Bimbo back on the train to
Hertfordshire and our tiny two bedroom terrace house. We would take him to my
parents house in Cambridge where he would play with my, twenty-something, childhood cat, Pussy.
Originally
named Tinker, Pussy was also
advertised as a free kitten. In the mid sixties, my father had seen the badly
scrawled notice at the university he worked at. "Tabby cats, one with
white underpants". He phoned the number on the advert and was disappointed
to learn that the cat only had white under-parts. Never the less, Pussy was
soon living with us at my childhood home in Wales.
How many cans of cat-food have they consumed between them?
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