A good friend and her husband helped us move into our new home and especially as we had a lot of work to pay for such as interior decorations, carpets fixtures and fittings, for which we had to take out the only loan of our married life. It is interesting to note that now when a bungalow or house belonging to Eastbourne homes becomes vacant the whole residence is redecorated ready for the new tenant thank goodness things have changed for the better.
We now had a front and rear garden, patio and a large grassed area. A large ginger cat called Oscar had adopted us at our previous flat so when we moved we had no choice but to bring him with us. He loved his new surroundings and lived with us till he was 15 when he developed cancer and had to be put to sleep.
It was unbearable to be without a pet so after a few weeks I contacted the Cats Protection League re adopting a homeless feline. We had to undergo a house inspection by them to see if our premises were suitable and passed with flying colours. Mac and I were soon off to see a lady who had some kittens. The Mother was a Birman who had two adorable fluffy chocolate brown babies and we chose the male I would probably have taken the female as well but she was spoken for.
As our new baby was only three weeks old we couldn’t take him home for another three weeks but on the way as we passed the ladies kitchen I espied a very young ginger cat sitting on top of the fridge. The Lady explained he had been found under a car in a pool of oil when he was rescued the day before but she had bathed him and he was ready to be re-homed. Before I could say anything Sebastian jumped into my lap and had won my heart! His foster mother agreed to me having him but wanted to know about the kitten I had just chosen? Don’t worry I said they will be company for each other, we will have them both! Mac never spoke a word he didn’t dare!
Sebbie was with us for a week and settled in well but when Alistair arrived ten days later we had many battles to overcome because Sebbie did not want to share his home. They did however become the best of friends although Ali always thought his superior breed was worthy of more attention. Due to his high breeding he had a congenital heart defect and had to be given medication most of his life but one day at the age of seven he went to sleep on our patio and never woke up. Losing a pet is really traumatic but more bearable if they die naturally without the Vets intervention.
A few months before I lost Ali my next door neighbour died leaving a small ginger and white cat called Robbie homeless. The neighbours ex wife turned up and said she would have him put to sleep so until Ali died we had three cats. After Ali left us I still had three because the lady two doors away died and her ginger cat adopted me. I had no idea of his name so called him Samuel Sam for short. I will never know how I became the owner of three ginger cats Sebbie, Robbie and Sam having such totally different personalities but they are adored and completely rule my house-hold.
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