We found my cat!
I generally try to avoid posting information about my personal life here because if I wasn’t me, I probably wouldn’t care either, but this has just bowled me over and even as I sit here writing this, I half expect to wake up in a minute.
After finishing my NCTJ diploma and my internship at Bit-Tech, there was a missing week between then and starting to focus more on Chaotic Tortoise where I was trawling the river Wey looking for the family cat. Let me give you a bit of background.
Flossie in front of the narrow boat
This is Flossie. She is a beautiful seven year old silver tabby, one part fur and good looks to two parts spiky bits. She’s friendly, she’s sociable, she’ll happily curl up to you if you’re warmer than her unless you are a mouse or small fluffy creature in which case she will do the cat-like thing and tear you to shreds. She is the very last thing I’d want to face in a dark alley if I was any species other than human. It goes without saying that she is a much loved family cat that we have looked after since she was a kitten.
A couple of weeks ago, my parents were on holiday on their narrow boat and planned to come up to Surrey and the river Wey so that I could meet them for lunch or dinner for an evening at some point before they turned around and headed for home.
On the morning of the day that I was expecting to see them I got a heart-breaking call from my mum saying that they had lost the cat.