I chose Prince.
It was a surprisingly easy choice. I could easily get another cat but a Prince only comes along once in a life time. And I was getting on a bit.
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Anyway. It all made perfect sense. I was moving to the garden of Eden where wild life abounds.
And cats kill.
So I took my cat Possum back to the RSPCA from whence she came.
There was nought to worry about. She took less than 48 hours to woo another human and lives there still happily ever after.
.... living without a pet in the house proved too much of an oddity after all and the gentle persuasions began.
It did take some persuasion,
And then one day...
"If we get a cat it has to be a Burmese".
Well (said in low growly voice) who was I to argue.
Wes The Cat has been hollidaying at our place for 5 years now.
What's that about old dogs?