I can't believe I nearly missed them all!
It's 21st July and a date that goes down as one of my most significant.
Firstly, it would have been my eldest cat friend's 11th birthday (or at least, the day he came to live with us). He was a bundle of white and black presented to me on 21st July 2006, when we were living in the 'house-above-a-shop'. He was the eldest of my clowder, until he was killed two years ago, and without him I doubt the rest would have gotten a home with us. I learned a lot from him about cats and just how complex they were. He suffered from depression, which I didn't know could exist in animals until I had to watch him go through it.
And I learned how dedicated and loyal cats could be. It was very much my cat and gained the name 'Ghost Pussy', because he would hide when visitors came round. He would also slap my son, if he tried to pick him up or stroke him when he wasn't in the mood, but with me I could do anything with him. If I picked him up, he'd put himself over my shoulder and snuggle up to me and often lay his head on my shoulder when I watching TV or on the comp. The cat trusted me implicitely, but no one else.
I'm not ashamed to admit it, I still cry over him two years later. He was the cat that I swore would be sitting on my grave, because he would look out of the front door glass when I left the house. He hated being away from me and I idolised him, so it hit me hard when he was knocked over in the early hours of the morning on 8th September '15. I didn't usually let them out at night, but the cats had been breaking through the cat flap every night, so for a few nights I'd broken the rules. (Now though, I have a micro-chip cat flap and they can't break through it.)
Secondly, it was the day after my university graduation in 2011 and the day after my son left primary school to go to high school. A Saturday after the celebrations of Friday and I woke up with a headache and a text from a man that for over 10 years, I claimed as the 'true love of my life'.
Later that day, I found out that one of my idols had died- RIP the heart of Amy Winehouse- and then that evening, the 'He' came round and it was the last time I'd ever see him.
21st July- a high's and low's day in my history.
Fuck! I need to get drunk or something.......