Many of my friends think it’s odd that my best friend’s a cat because they believe that cats are for chasing and research does show that dogs have been chasing cats for centuries.
Although chasing anything that runs is very appealing, I am a pacifist … except when it comes to the postman and I just can’t help myself.
I was bought up with three cats, so I learnt to respect them pretty quickly, as well as finding out where my place was in the pecking order.
Baby me at the bottom of the feline pecking order
My feline family Misha, Ollie and Tilly
Tilly was the oldest and was always the boss and she really couldn’t stand me at first but she grew to love me as I did her. We all miss her every day.
Snoozing with Tilly
Misha and I have a mutual respect for each other. She is from Bengal, very beautiful but very aloof and spends most of her time looking for something, but can never remember what it was. I hope she finds it one day.
The beautiful Misha, searching for whatever it is she is looking for.
Ollie and I have always been very close and I think of him as my brother. To me, that it is perfectly normal. When I was a baby, he was the only one that wanted to play with me. He still does.
Paw fighting with Ollie
Like many people, he can be very lazy and thinks he knows everything but he doesn’t. I told him it was going to rain the other day and it was best not to go out. He poo-pooed the idea and went out anyway, crashing back through the cat flap after the monsoon rain started, soaking wet and blaming everybody else for letting him go out.
Never go out in monsoon-like weather
Chatting with my Bestie
Still, with all his faults, he is my bestie and always will be.