Cats




Skippy

was my first ever cat. I was 3 or 4 when she joined the family but she was very wild and ran away.

Ginger


 
Photo of Ginger was the cat I grew up with really. She joined us when we lived at Hazel Grove and was still around when my parents moved to Woodlands Road. She was a grand age (17) when she eventually died.

Brunhilde

was my cat at College. She lived in Crowlands Road with Ross and Jan and Pete and I. Ross and I used to have fun de-fleaing her during the summer months. I left her behind when I moved on and out of that house.

Percy Street Cats

Well, there were several from my time in Percy Street in the early 80s.
  • Mrs Elsie Blockage, who was named for her gastric complaints;
  • Boris (aka Big B), who was a king among cats;
  • Wisden, named after the Almanac, who lasted well and died in Epping in 1996 and was the mother of my next cat...

Jones


 
Photo of Jones who was my cat in Burnley and Egerton Street. She was very dim but had a heart of gold and I loved her dearly. For the years 1981-1990, she was the only living thing on the planet to whom I told my secrets. When she died of kidney failure, shortly before Richard and I split up, she took with her a decade of gay living and growing up. She was my cat of the 80s.

Cyril


 
Photo of Cyril
was Keith's cat originally. For a while, when we split up, he was in danger of becoming a love-tug cat. But I got him in the divorce settlement. In his latter years, he was crusty and cantankerous at times, but he got on reasonably well with Muldoon when he was around. He had moved around in his time and had shared three houses with me, Egerton Street, St Mathews Road and Barclay Road. At the grand old age of 16, he passed away reasonably peacefully in my back garden on 14 June 1999. Like Jones, he took with him 8 years of companionship and continuity through a series of life changes. He was a grand and very superior cat. He was my cat of the 90s.

Photo of Cyril

Photo of Cyril

Muldoon


 
Photo of Muldoon was with me for only a short space of time and lived at Barclay Road. He was born 2 May 1995 to one of Gill's cats and she gave him to me as a way of cheering me up during the summer I was grieving over David. She was right, he was a great source of joy. However, I took the decision not to have him snipped so he'd end up with the square jaw and barrel chest of a proper full-grown male cat - like Cyril. Sadly, the down side of this was that he took to roaming widely and he was hit by a car and died.

The Pemberton Cats


 
Photo of the Pemberton Cats Here are Colin's cats who I lived with in Pemberton during the summer of 2000. From left to right, they are: Ariadne, Medora and Eboli. My favourite is Eboli who is a wazboy and exceptionally affectionate when he's in the right mood.

Nutkin


 
Photo of Nutkin He was named after Beatrix Potter's squirrel because of his bushy tail. It is a name that has achieved a certain poignancy now that he has been castrated. arrived with Ross and I at Kimberley Avenue at Easter 2003. He had previously belonged to our nextdoor neighbour, Jamie.
Photo of Nutkin
Photo of Nutkin
After a year, he is still a delight and a love. And there is clearly a mutual adoration society going on between him and Ross.
Photo of Nutkin

Photo of Nutkin As he has continued to grow, Nutkin's curiosity has not diminished. Here he has managed to insert himself into Ross's filing cabinet. Whether he chose C for cat or N for Nutkin remains unreported.

Photo of Nutkin and Jemima Initially, Nutkin was quite put out by the arrival of Jemima (see below) in September 2004. However, within a couple of weeks, he had mellowed and was playing games with her, sniffing her rear, grooming her and generally acting a parental fashion.

Photo of Nutkin and Jemima They continued in glorious pussy companionship right throughout the winter, although Nutkin has become very guarded about his private time and often asks to sleep in our bedroom on his own out of Jemima's way. He tells us that he is not looking forwards to Jemima joining him outside as he thinks that the responsibility will be too much for him to bear.

Photo of Nutkin

Photo of Nutkin

By December 2006, Nutkin was over four years old and was a fully grown male tom cat - albeit a neutered one. Fiercely protective of Jemima and loving of his independence, he is nevertheless a big softie who loves being picked up and hugged. He has gradually overcome his fear of all visitors to the house and now greets certain arrivals, like my parents and Ross's brother, Sam, with positive indulgence.

Photo of Nutkin

Photo of Nutkin

Photo of Nutkin

Photo of Nutkin

Jemima


 
Photo of Jemima On Wednesday 15 September 2004, I received an email at work from Ross to say that he had been to Freshfields Animal Rescue and had fallen in love with a little kitten. By the Saturday, she had come to live with us and, keeping the Beatrix Potter theme, was called Jemima.

Photo of Nutkin and Jemima Jemima immediately took to the presence of an older cat in the house and watched Nutkin (see above) to learn essential feline behaviour such as how to groom your back legs without falling over. After an initial frostiness, the two of them began spending lots of time together sleeping, playing and grooming.

Photo of Nutkin and Jemima The winter of 2004/5 brought many feline escapades - notably the shredding of the paper lantern in the hall. Jemima is pure mischief; there is not a box unentered, a plant unchewed, a fabric surface unscratched or a game unplayed. We are all just waiting for the moment that she can be spayed and then she can go outside and wreak her brand of havoc outside.

Photo of Jemima February 2005 saw Jemima come on heat for the first time. Luckily for us, her displays were not extreme but there was a lot of fanny waving and Nutkin became most disturbed and excited by the lewd posturing.

Off she went to the vets for her operation and then we had a fortnight of her wearing this cloth collar to prevent her from tugging at her stitches. Variously, she looked like Elizabeth I, a little girl in a party frock and one of those strange lizard things from Jurasic Park.

She became very adept at rotating the collar by scratching at it until the tags underneath were under her chin. She would then use her front paw to push the tags through to the front where she would then chew and tug at them until she had undone them.

Photo of Jemima

Photo of Jemima

By December 2006, Jemima had grown into a gorgeous, adult female cat. She likes lying on the bed with Ross and I in the morning. She likes stretching out on the radiators to warm her bones. She likes climbing trees. She likes jumping out of trees and onto Nutkin. She likes to carry her small stuffed toys around the house like a little girl with her dolls. She likes to bite chunks out of cardboard boxes. She has grown to like being picked up and cuddled though she still sometimes complains. All in all, she likes living at Kimberley Avenue.

Photo of Jemima

Photo of Jemima

Photo of Jemima

Photo of Jemima

Photo of Jemima

Photo of Jemima

Into 2009, Jemima continues to like warming herself on the top of the radiator during the cooler months and chewing on the odd newspaper if she can find one.

Photo of Jemima

Photo of Jemima

She still condescends to sleep on our bed with Nutkin.

Photo of Jemima and Nutkin



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