RIP, Black Cat.

I’ve just been to collect our second cat, Black Cat, who has been hit by a car and killed.

Although Black Cat wasn’t strictly speaking our cat, we’ve come to love him – and especially his habit of climbing on our laps and cuddling us while purring like a Kawasaki.  He turned up one day unannounced, eating Zumi’s food.  Despite trying our best to get rid of him, he stayed.

Eventually we bought him a collar and put a message for his owners – if any – to call.  Sadly, the only person who called was a motorist who saw Black Cat get knocked down on Thornton Road.

We shall miss him dearly.  God speed, Black Cat.