We received a call this morning from the vet in Nailsea. They had a cat brought in, with a microchip registered to our address. My heart plummeted – I mentally ran through who we’d seen and not seen this morning, and as I realised who it was, she told me.
Pepper is gone – hit and killed by a car on the main road through the village last night. I simply can’t believe it. Our beautiful, stripy fishwife – 10 days off nine years old, and still a kitten, a little tomboy of a cat. No more vexed chatter, no more talking while she’s eating, no more pleading for her special fud (Whiskas pouches which we kept in just for her). Pete’s legs will be his own again in bed in the winter, without Moo to do her Klingon act.
She was officially the prettiest cat in the world. Ever.
We’re just … devastated. Moo was a glorious cat – beautiful and wild; we will miss her more than words can say.
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