She was called Fluff. She was the cat who lived at my Nans house when I was a small child. She was independent, outdoor cat. There was no litter tray required. She padded into the house as I sat at the breakfast table in my Jim’s jams, supping rice pops and milk, with a cup of warm milky tea. The kitchen was always warm. My nana always at the sink. She often. Made a cup of tea, had digestive biscuits in the tin. Fluff always wondered in, her long white haired coat with brown and black sledges, was soft to the touch. She would wonder under the table. Rub her long tail across my legs. Then pad quietly across the kitchen.
I would then be asking if I could feed fluff? The answer was invariably yes. It was a great routine. Pull the chair over to the sink, collecting the bowls and mats on the way. Running the hot water and using the cleaning brush set aside for fluff. Scrub the bowls and then rinse.
Once the cleaning was complete, then it was the opening of the tin. This required some supervision. Mainly was the tin lid was rather sharp. We had plastic lids that fitted over the tin once opened, as even fluff could not eat a whole tin at once. We had a special fork for putting the food in the bowl and mashing it to an easy to eat mush. Fluff would make a figure of eight between my legs as I prepared the food. Placed by the back door on her special feeding mat. With a saucer of milk. I then washed my hands and returned to my breakfast. It was always great fun!
Fluff was not the most sociable, however in the evenings, laid on the sofa, she would curl up on my lap as I scuffled her long hair. Her purring me watching Top of the Pops. You see she was the perfect pet. Very clean and tidy. Easy to feed and care for. Great company, totally safe around children. Quite simply cats rule!! …