Martin Green's Blog
This blog is here for my family and friends. I'm hopeless at
writing letters. I promise to keep in touch but seldom do. So, since
much of my life is spent sitting at my keyboard I decided to create
a diary that those who were interested could stop by now and again
to find out what I was up to. If you just happened upon it you're
welcome to stay. I'm not inviting comments, after all this is my
blog and who cares what you have to say... get your own blog
(hahaha!). But messages are welcome (hint to family and friends!)
and I'll do my best to reply.
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martin@fontstuff.com
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R.I.P. Fatty (1994-2009)
[16 April 2009]
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It's nearly two years since I last
wrote something here. I enjoy writing so naturally I
wanted a blog, or maybe I just thought that since
everyone else was doing it I just ought to have one.
I've never been short of ideas for blog entries but
when I sit at the keyboard it occurs to me that
no-one will be interested in what I have to say so I
might as well do something else. The last (first)
entry was prompted by the passing of our friend
Tolly and I'm here again for a similar reason.
Yesterday we lost our dear cat Fatty, and I want to
mark the passing of an old friend. |
| One summer afternoon twelve years
ago there was a knock at the front door. It was a
neighbour from the other side of the street. She
said "Your cat wants to come in." Next to her stood
a large and handsome black and white cat. We had a
cat at the time, a tabby called Trevor, and this
definitely wasn't her. "That isn't my cat." I said,
but before the words were out of my mouth he had
sidled past us both into the hallway as if to say
"Well, I am now, this will do nicely. What time is
dinner?". She told me that he had been crying
outside her door and, when she had come to see what
the fuss was about, he led her across the road to
our house. I tried to explain that I had never seen
him before but I'm sure she didn't believe me. Our
enquiries failed to determine where he had come
from. No-one in the locality had lost a cat and he
wasn't recognised by our local vet, despite his
missing tail which made him quite unique. He was
clean and healthy, obviously well looked-after, but
his origin always remained a mystery. For a while
we expected him to move on but cats know when they
are on to a good thing and he soon became a member
of the family. He outlived all of his cat-friends
and I was beginning to think he would outlast me
too. But last week he started to look tired. He
wasn't eating well and he slept a lot. He didn't
seem to be in any distress and we thought maybe he
was just feeling his age, but we took him along to
the vet just to make sure. So we weren't really
prepared for the news that he had a tumour in his
throat and to spare him any suffering he would have
to be put to sleep.
Today I dug his grave in the garden next to his
old friend Tolly and took one last look at him,
sleeping peacefully now, before putting him in the
ground. My little boy. My old friend. God bless you
Fatty. |
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