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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
Messages: 13828
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Bramble was my last cat. She almost reached 20 years old. She was born in this house and she died in it just two weeks ago. She's buried under an acer tree in our garden. All our creatures are buried in our back garden.
But I keep seeing her around the house. Not "her", but a shadow of "where she just was". I miss her.
We named her Bramble becaise you could not put her down. Even as a baby kitten it was like trying to get free from a bramble bush. She never learnt how to unhook her claws. Even walking across the carpet she used to get stuck sometimes.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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