Saturday, January 5, 2013
Eater of plastic, wrecker of carpets, killer of pigeons and owner of enormous whiskers; I miss you!
My cat Charlie died last summer. I had to have him put to sleep when he became very sick. Strange how our furry companions weave their own very special place in our hearts.
I'm no poet, so I'll borrow the words of another cat lover, T S Eliot: