| At first Sylvie
preferred the shed to the house and we thought we had lost
her. Sampson who came from ridge with her proved to be
HIV positive and the neighbours were not happy to have him
in their backyards so he returned to Ridge where he was put
down... We brought in Furgal and Sylvie loved
him on sight. |
| Sylvie decided to come
in from the shed and took up a position by the radiator
behind the settee. She became tamer over the
years, but never tolerated stroking though she could be
chucked under the chin whilst being presented with a shrimp.
(North American cold water shrimp only from Sainsbury's of
course) |
| Sylvie became a little
hard of hearing as she aged and was a lot less nervous.
A week or so before she died, she stopped washing and eating
and on the last day retired to the garden to die under a
peony. She was cremated and her ashes spread
over the area where she had chosen to die. She
was a feisty little cat and will be missed. When
I see a dark patch in the borders, I think she is sleeping
there. |
