Harry a big black Tom of a cat, supposed to be the quiet one in the litter. He talked. Seriously, you could have a conversation with him. Loved Caramac chocolate, crisps but not salt and vinegar, cheese, my Mum's pastry which he would steal if she turned her back, and a number of other things not normally associated with cats. He would sit in front of the tele, semi blocking the view, when football and snooker on and chase the balls across the screen. He wasn't nasty but would go for anything bigger than him which was basically dogs. The only 'thing' he was afraid of was the 'dustbin men' and would go mental when heard the 'cart' coming, and then act the big I am once it had gone past the house. Loved a cuddle, would lie down with me on the sofa as soon as I took the position. Mum and Dad had their chairs, Harry would jump into Dad's as soon as he stood up for anything, it was a running joke. Dad went into hospital with cancer and was there for a month. Harry not once sat in Dad's chair. Not once. The day we bought Dad home, Harry was sitting in his chair when we opened the lounge door. He was always waiting for me at the front door when I came home, after both Mum and Dad has passed. One day he wasn't there. I tried everything to find him. I was absolutely devastated. He was only 7 and a half. I never found out what happened to him.
Scully, a Hovis coloured cat who was tiny, and had one pupil which wouldn't open. Never made a sound until Mulder was killed when they were both 2 and a bit. Then for the smallest thing you've ever seen, boy could she make a noise. Loved a cuddle , followed me everywhere. Literally. Hated everyone except me and the ex for some strange reason. When happy would dribble like Aloe Vera coming out the side of her mouth, it was disgusting! Despite her eye issues a profilic bird and mouse catcher who she would of course bring home and torment for hours if allowed to. When we lived in Newmarket one day she bought home 9 mice, 6 were waiting for me on the patio when I came home. Would literally scream the place down if had to go in the vets/be near other cats. ( I also had Blue when she and Mulder were young and she loved Blue, who was killed at 7 months ish, didnt get on with Mulder but had been with them both obviously) One day, after being in the vets with a stomach issue, the vet called me and said could I come and get her early as she was unsettled. I could hear her screaming in the background of the call. She stopped the second she saw me in the reception. She lived to be 19 and a half. Towards the end she was not great but was managing and I couldn't face making the decision, knowing that she hated the car/vets etc and I didn't do the right thing by her, which I still struggle with. One day I came home and she wasn't there.
I miss both of them ridiculously.
I don't have a digital pic of Harry - he went missing nearly 30 years ago, (I'll try and upload one ) but this is Scully, which makes her look bigger than she was.
