I like cats; they’re my favourite pet. I have had cats in my life ever since I can remember. My childhood cats were Impsy, a small black cat my Mum thought was impish in her behaviour, then there was Torty the Persian tortoiseshell with beautiful soft fur and languorous behaviour; sensuality on four legs. Finally was Timmy the tabby, who spent most of his time charging around and shinnying up trees as boys do, whether feline or human. We had other pets too including dogs, mice and birds. I distinctly remember nursing a sickly kitten, keeping it in my doll’s pram and feeding it milk with my toy baby bottle. I used to bring the mother in to feed it too. I think it was one of Torty’s. The cats were my friends and I played with them often. I never understood why they didn’t want to be pushed along in the pram or wear bonnets. The dogs wouldn’t co-operate with this either. It was not surprising that when I had children of my own that our house was full of even more pets, including cats, of course, than I had as a child. Nowadays with my children grown up and me travelling so often, I am unable to have a cat, or any pet for that matter. This will all change one day. Continue reading →