Saying goodbye to an old friend
Pretty sad day yesterday. Spoke to my mum to find out that the family cat had passed on. Liz and I both got a kitten each when I was about 10 or 11, Liz must have been about 7 or 8 then. We picked the pair of them up from a farm in Wiltshire where we grew up – two brothers from a litter of 5 or 6 I think. They were smaller than the size of our childlike hands at the time. Each would sleep on our respective beds as we grew up and Liz even dressed Topise up in baby clothes which was hilarious. Mine was called Tim but was hit by a car when I was around 15 I think. Liz then kindly said “We can share Topise now if you want”. Topsie kept on going and in recent years had turned into a cantankerous, grumpy old man. Very particular about where he would sit and constantly hassling mum for attention. She said she couldn’t stand him but secretly she still loved him. Amazing to think that he has been in our lives for that long – two thirds of my time on this earth, crazy.
