This one’s mostly for close friends and family who might have known Fluff, one of our ‘salvaged’ cats. Yes, that is “cats’. Until today we had three which some might think strange for a bird man. Each moggie had been saved from the green needle years before and each had their own territory around the house with attached outdoor cages that they could utilize. It is very rare that any of the tribe get to roam unattended completely outdoors.
Fluff had not been eating well for several weeks now and her deterioration was becoming palpable. She spent most of her time in front of the fire or in the window sunshine or on a bed.
Our clothes line is perhaps 10 metres from the back door and that is as far as I’ve ever seen Fluff venture. When Glen was hanging the washing, Fluff would often like to curl up and go to sleep inside the empty washing basket.
Things came to a head today and the inevitable and final trip to vet had to take place. We’re gunna miss her a lot. She was such a friendly laid back cat - never demanding except that on cold nights she would sit in front of the unlit fire waiting for either of us to strike the match.
RIP dear old Fluff.