(He may have been a she but it doesn't matter now)


He lost his life sometime between last evening and this morning, how we do not know.

I hadn't know him long. A stray cat, he was fed and watered by a lady in the opposite end of the four bungalow row to me for a few years, and before she died she asked Racheal, who lived next door to her, to continue doing so, which she has. They called him Puss Puss.

He never wanted inside, was happy to be out and about and was wary of all but Racheal. When I took over feeding duties for a couple of days, while Racheal was away, he would run off into the bushes and stay there until he was sure I was gone before venturing out to eat.

Rest in peace beautiful puss, I will miss seeing your sweet face.