Puss - My beloved
British Cream cat 1979-1990
I have many
photos of Puss and hopefully will get time to scan some more. Puss was
a real free spirit, an outdoor cat. I first got him when I lived in
Chelmsford, we moved two years later to Ashford and a few years later
to Docklands, London.
He was a great hunter and used to bring birds and mice in regularly.
In his last few years he developed toxiplasmosis which made the blood
vessels in his eyes bleed when he was stressed but he stoically
accepted the treatment and frequent visits to the vet.
Puss woke me up one morning with legs covered in blood and cut to the
bone - somehow he had managed to crawl back home and through his cat
flap, and it was apparent he had been in a road accident. I rushed him
to a vet hospital where he was in for about a week. The wound failed to
heal and they were forced to amputate one rear leg. I had my doubts on
how he would manage with just three legs but these quickly vanished and
he spent the last three years of his life still a free spirit.
He still caught birds and mice and would run along the top of fences
like any able bodied cat. He was a great inspiration of how a handicap
can be overcome. Sadly his nine lives run out when
he was involved in another accident. He didn't come home one
morning for breakfast and I called in vain. I had to leave for work and
just drove around the corner to find him cold and lifeless in the road.