Unbelievably sad news. My best friends cat was killed instantly by a hit & run idiot this morning. (Charlie is the black kitty; ginger cat is George) There is a 20mph speed limit in her street but no, Lewis Hamilton the 3rd thought he’d hare down the sleepy suburban street whilst kids were en route to school at well over 40 – poor Charlie didn’t stand a chance. I hope Mr. Murderer is proud of the fact there were small children who saw everything – especially him reversing to get away from the mothers who were trying to stop him driving off.
Charlie was a real character; he was big & butch & bold & chose his mummy himself – she had no choice! She had only been in her new house about 2 weeks when a sleek black cat (aka Charlie) came into her garden to say hello. Not wishing to be rude, she said hello back. So he came the next day – and the next. And then he crept into the house & one day leapt onto her lap & that was that. True love. After 6 months of regular day & night (frequently overnight) visiting, after checking with all the neighbours and seeing no “lost cat” posters anywhere in the neighbourhood, she gave in & installed a cat flap. His “real” owner soon realised that’s where he was happiest & did the decent thing & handed over legal ownership. And since then Charlie has been world’s happiest puss. Which I guess counts for something. And of course this terrible incident is bringing back the day (18 short months ago) the same fate befell Gorgeous George (also pictured). Although at least George’s killers had the decency to stop & were going to take him to a vet. Let’s hope Charlie & George are chasing mice & lapping cream in cat heaven together.
No comments:
Post a Comment