We lived on Railway Terrace, (at then Ballara Park in Adelaide), and as readers can guess it ran parallel to the train line - the Marino line. One morning we woke up to discover that one of the cats had been run over - we can only assume by a train. She had carried home her tail and a leg. In those days there were no veterinarians to euthanase an animal - and our father had to kill our pet cat with a spade. He was very depressed about it for a long time afterwards.
When our children were little, we lived in Melbourne, and we had a cat called CFer - C for Cat. However, she contracted a disease and died. We've never owned a cat since.
For a long time, I was allergic to cats. I'd sneeze and my eyes would run if one came near me. If I went to someone's place and they had a cat, I'd beg them to keep it away from me, but cats love to sit on my lap. It was a hard life for a while. In 2000 I started drinking Tahitian Noni Juice and my allergies cleared up.
Really, the only cats I spend time with are ones where I am house sitting.
Lulu is 17 years old - and I have known her for most of that time. She was Bill's cat - and he passed some years ago, but Lulu lives on. She can be a cantankerous cat - and is known to swipe with a paw with claws outstretched. She is deaf and blind and these days swipes when taken by surprise.
So far I have missed a swipe this time. She is very demanding.
She has rather wonderfully coloured fur - with black, grey, white and ginger.
It was not easy to take a photo of her, but I managed a couple. She refused to sit still, except with her back to me. It was meal time and she was more interest in getting me to fill her dinner bowl. For a cat that does nothing but sleep all day, she's got a big appetite.
At night she comes in and massages me!! It's quite funny. And she won't settle and sleep (on my lap) until she is satisfied that I have been pushed all over.
I do like cats.