Oliver and Smartie were two stray, black, tom cats, who found their way to our door, quite separately from each other during the last few years. Oliver was built like a brick shed, with muscles in places he shouldn’t even have had places. Smartie on the other hand was sleek and slim. His party piece, once he’d got to know me, was to rotate 360 degrees on his back, whilst I held his head in my cupped hand.

We tried very hard to adopt both of them, but they were both very timid, and it took weeks to get them to even come into the house. Sadly time was not on our side.

Oliver was hit by a car, and the vet was unable to help him. Smartie simply disappeared without trace, as mysteriously as he had appeared.  

I just love cats despite the heartache they sometimes bring.

Big ones, small ones. Fat ones, thin ones. Old ones, young ones. Black ones, white ones. If a cat turns up on my doorstep I will not turn it away.

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