Cats on the brain

A whole lot of my recent scrap booking has pictures of my cat. I had her for 14 years and she was a real character and part of our family. She helped my children through some hard years and was a repository for many confidences. When things were bothering the kids she was a non-critical, fluffy audience.

Sansli was an Istanbul street cat, found by my daughter when she was to small too have anything but special milk from a dropper, she turned into a furry Attila the Hun. She hated quarantine and held it against us for months afterwards. Turning her back on us when we visited her -the only sign she still listened were the ears completely turn on her head straining to hear us.

From the time she was little she loved cars and travel, she went visiting with me and bike riding on my daughters trike. But her favourite was to wait until you weren't looking and sneak into the car through the sunroof. Many a workman has found a furry hitchhiker after working on our house.

The dog was in awe of her and would never look her in the eye. Just to remind him of his lowly position she like to steal the best bits from his dinner. She liked to sleep on the back of the sofa and Boston always faced away from her as he curled up on the seat, but sometimes they were friends and slept on the same seat.

We lost her at new year, but the vet couldnt help her and she was suffering. Now whenever i do the dishes i still expect her to be tapping on the window for me to open the back door and let her in. It many ways losing her marked the end of an era, now my children are grown and have their own children but Sansli was a link to their childhoods.