A blog brought to you by Sarah, the Volunteer Publicity officer at Cats Protection Camberley & District - Mainly just my feline related ramblings but hopefully some fun and some useful advice. All posts are my own and do not necessarily reflect the views of Cats Protection
I can’t really remember a time when I was not besotted by
animals.I was obsessed with elephants
as a child, with orangutans as a teenager and now?Well I love all animals but I adore cats in particular
and I guess I always have.
My grandmother had a beautiful, friendly tabby called Tiger
who I used to love to visit.When I was
about 10 years old Tiger had a litter of kittens and after much begging, I got
my mum and dad to agree to let me have one.I picked a beautiful tabby boy and called him Peter.
My Peter - such a handsome boy
At the time, we had no other pets at home and Peter became
my best friend.Peter and I would hang
out together all the time and he loved to sleep on my pillow, wrapped around my
head.I used to pop him in my dolly pram
and he would happily be pushed around the house or garden, he was such a
sociable boy!He was also an incredibly
affectionate cat, and when he was particularly happy he would knead away and
dribble like mad!After a few months Mum
and Dad adopted a Springer Spaniel puppy which we called Penny.The first meeting of Peter and Penny was an
exciting time but it didn’t go as planned.Peter was really not impressed with the bouncy puppy and decided to show
his distaste by scratching her on the nose and giving her a big hiss!As much as I adored the new puppy I was
mega-protective of my best friend Peter and I bundled him up into my arms and
took him off to my bedroom where we consoled each other with a good old
snuggle.Anyway, after a few more
supervised interactions they got used to each other and over the next few
months they became the best of friends.They would play together, eat together and sleep together – it was
adorable.Peter was very loyal though
and I like to think he was still my best friend.
Peter and I had many, many happy years together and I would
rush home from school to see my beautiful boy but one terrible night Peter went
out for his usual evening stroll and he never came home, I was devastated.We put up posters and knocked on doors but
nobody had seen him.
After months of living in hope, we had to accept that we
might never see him again.This was
before the days of microchips so I like to think that he wandered off and maybe
found a new wonderful home somewhere else, but we will never know.
I know this is a bit of a sad story but I have such
wonderful memories of him and I am grateful to him for the years of
companionship and I completely owe him for my cat obsession!
I’d love to hear your memories of the cats that started your
love for cats/cat obsession….