When I had my own home, I felt a cat or two would be nice for company. From an early age I have always liked cats.

I went down to my local L.S.P.C.A. There I saw two lovely tiger type cats in a cage. I fell in love with them straight away. Their shining eyes shone out at me. I could sense that they knew I was going to take them home. I then enquired about them. I was thrilled when the assistant told me that I could have them. I was really excited. I called them Jeff and Tiger. They were so cute and lovable. I bought them many toys to play with.

One morning I went outside and at the front door I saw a lovely furry cat. Of course I gave him food and milk. I named him Cleo. That was five years ago and he is still around to hear the tail!

That same year my friend gave me a Christmas present of a lovely kitten, I called him Marmalade. He is so cute. Some mornings he hides under the table, afraid that I might spread him on my toast. The same friend gave me another kitten, I called him Sassie. He is lovely. So cuddly and furry.

I decided I would like another cat. I went again to the local L.S.P.C.A. I was given another tiger type cat. I called him Silvo. I have him three years. Most times they get along very well.

Then Tiger came along as a stray cat; even he climbs in the window, and hops up onto the kitchen table, in search of food…

They all get up to mischief now and then like sneaking in the windows especially the en-suite, hide under blankets especially the electric, and open the back door. I have to praise them when they catch the odd mouse or rat.

I would not part with them for the world. They are my purrfect furry friends.

Copyright © Fiona Fallon
August 15, 2002