There is a cat that lives a few hundred yards from me. I don't own it, but the owners asked me to look after it for a couple of days while they went away a few years ago, which I was happy to do.
They only fed it dry food, so when I was in charge, I also fed it wet food, which it loved.
Anyway, a few weeks later it spotted me on the street and followed me home. I started giving it a little treat every so often, which eventually turned in me feeding it twice a day, every day.
She would be waiting on my front step every morning at 5.30am and every night at 6.00pm.
I was happy to do it.
We had a routine, for example, the cat knew that it had to eat and go in the mornings as I had to get to work, but at nights she could hang around as long as she wanted to. Sometimes it was 5 minutes, sometimes a couple of hours.
It was a lovely natured thing and I'll admit that I enjoyed doing it. (The owners knew it came over, they were fine with it).
Anyway, it was killed on Saturday night, attacked by dogs by the look of things and I'm more upset than I thought to be honest.
I know it wasn't my cat, but I'll admit that I enjoyed her 'company' if that's what you can call it and it was weird this morning when it wasn't waiting for me. I grew quite attached to her over the last 18 months or so.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.
I'm not going to be rushing out and getting a cat of my own, but I will miss her visits.
They only fed it dry food, so when I was in charge, I also fed it wet food, which it loved.
Anyway, a few weeks later it spotted me on the street and followed me home. I started giving it a little treat every so often, which eventually turned in me feeding it twice a day, every day.
She would be waiting on my front step every morning at 5.30am and every night at 6.00pm.
I was happy to do it.
We had a routine, for example, the cat knew that it had to eat and go in the mornings as I had to get to work, but at nights she could hang around as long as she wanted to. Sometimes it was 5 minutes, sometimes a couple of hours.
It was a lovely natured thing and I'll admit that I enjoyed doing it. (The owners knew it came over, they were fine with it).
Anyway, it was killed on Saturday night, attacked by dogs by the look of things and I'm more upset than I thought to be honest.
I know it wasn't my cat, but I'll admit that I enjoyed her 'company' if that's what you can call it and it was weird this morning when it wasn't waiting for me. I grew quite attached to her over the last 18 months or so.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.
I'm not going to be rushing out and getting a cat of my own, but I will miss her visits.