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.