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As a kid I was desperate for a pet. I used to send<br />
my parents (and Santa) begging letters (this was<br />
before mobile phones remember). Eventually they<br />
caved in.<br />
My first pet was a mouse. My brother and I had<br />
one each. I remember one day my brother picked<br />
his up by the tail and accused it of eating all the<br />
chocolates. Dangling there, it was twice the normal<br />
size and all lumpy. Next day there were about 12<br />
babies. Little did we know these would be the first<br />
of many. Bear in mind this was the seventies, when<br />
pet shops still sold puppies and ours also had a onearmed<br />
monkey and a huge snake. We put the babies<br />
in egg boxes and took them to the pet shop and the<br />
man paid us for them. Result! This enterprise was<br />
cut short when our parents found out and the mice<br />
were split up. It wasn’t until years later that I found<br />
out that the pet shop owner was feeding them to the<br />
snake, not selling them as pets!<br />
Guinea pigs came next. Daisy and Buttercup. I<br />
loved those pigs, but not enough, it appeared, to<br />
want to clean the cage out every week. No surprise<br />
that when they died, we entered the pet wilderness<br />
years. There was the odd stick insect and a couple<br />
of goldfish but nothing until I left home.<br />
That’s when the cats started to arrive (and depart).<br />
Starting with Flo and Ted. When Flo was run over,<br />
she had to wear a cast on her front leg. Strictly<br />
no climbing, no jumping and no running. She was<br />
confined to the back room to prevent her doing any<br />
more damage. After checking on her, a hysterical<br />
child came running towards me holding Flo’s ‘leg’.<br />
Luckily for the cat, it was just the cast that had<br />
fallen off!<br />
Shakey the Wondercat came next. He fetched, like<br />
a dog. Hours of fun lobbing tin foil balls for him to<br />
bring back to us. Sadly, he was also run over (there<br />
is a pattern emerging here) before his first birthday.<br />
The<br />
Menagerie<br />
Tale<br />
I was sobbing to Gary about how his light shone<br />
brightly even though he hadn’t lasted long. “He was<br />
hardly Jimmy Hendrix” came the reply. Bit harsh.<br />
Even with all the heartache (and vets bills), who<br />
wouldn’t want to wake up to make a cuppa and slide<br />
along the kitchen floor on cat puke?<br />
How dull would life be without solving the mystery<br />
of a thousand feathers all over the carpet but no<br />
body?<br />
Who doesn’t enjoy identifying mysterious puddles<br />
and damp patches around the house? Could it be<br />
dog dribble, cat wee, Gary???<br />
We now have an elderly cat who has lost her<br />
marbles, as well as her teeth. If she’s not asleep,<br />
then she is parading all over the kitchen surfaces<br />
leaving a trail of slobber and fur as she pesters us<br />
continuously for food.<br />
Six years ago, we reached the pinnacle of our pet<br />
timeline when a visit to the Mayflower Rescue<br />
Centre on new year’s eve resulted in us adopting<br />
Harry. Now I get it!<br />
I used to wonder what all the fuss was about when<br />
dog owners would gush that a home’s not a home<br />
without a dog. It’s true! It’s not a home – it’s a tip!!!<br />
Mud and fur everywhere. And I mean, everywhere.<br />
You know things have gone too far when, after a<br />
really bad episode of coughing, we were convinced<br />
Gary was about to huff up a fur ball!<br />
Still, not content with one faithful friend, two years<br />
later we went back and got Herbie. And that’s when<br />
the fun really started…But we wouldn’t have it any<br />
other way.<br />
H.C.A.A.H.N.Y<br />
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