Some years ago after our last cat Ollie had died, we had an offer of a replacement cat 3 years old, who had belonged to an elderly lady, who had sadly died.
The cat had been left in the home, fed but isolated for 1 month and now a new caring home was sought, were we interested, the cat was named Bonsall by the previous owner.
We went to meet the cat, and found it to be the largest female black cat we had ever seen, plus it was also not the caring loving type as we had come to know, its favourite response appeared to be spit very loudly at anything it did not like, which always included us when we tried to make it do anything other than lie on its favourite chair in our lounge.
Well how could we not take on the challenge & surely in not to long a time it would grow to love us and be lots of fun.
Sadly for most of the time Bonny as she came to be known as did her own thing, perched on the chair she had adopted as her own in the lounge, she did not mix with us or the other pets, apart from when I went out to take the dog Katie for her daily walks.
She would then come out with us but was unwilling to actually walk with us rather she would creep along behind the hedges until they finished then quickly rush out to the next hedge.
If any other animal or person came across her she would give a long loud spit that usually worked with all of us, and she would be left alone.
There were times that she came out of hiding & walked along the middle of the road which was not a problem until she was faced by an oncoming car, usually the sensible thing for her to do would have been to come to our side onto the pavement.
That would have been far to easy so she would stop, stare at the car, which generally would slow down & swerve to avoid her, which was the time for her to decide to move to the other side of the road & give the car a passing nasty spit as she went.
She never wanted picking up or fussing & the only time I saw her playful was one new year when she decided to play with some paper streamers she had found and I realised somewhere in there was a lovely playful cat, the saddest thing was we never saw that again.
Eventually she grew older & became ill, although she had become quite a character both at home and to the local neighbours, sadly she died, but we always talked about her chair and the pleasure she had given to us all, she is still missed
The cat had been left in the home, fed but isolated for 1 month and now a new caring home was sought, were we interested, the cat was named Bonsall by the previous owner.
We went to meet the cat, and found it to be the largest female black cat we had ever seen, plus it was also not the caring loving type as we had come to know, its favourite response appeared to be spit very loudly at anything it did not like, which always included us when we tried to make it do anything other than lie on its favourite chair in our lounge.
Well how could we not take on the challenge & surely in not to long a time it would grow to love us and be lots of fun.
Sadly for most of the time Bonny as she came to be known as did her own thing, perched on the chair she had adopted as her own in the lounge, she did not mix with us or the other pets, apart from when I went out to take the dog Katie for her daily walks.
She would then come out with us but was unwilling to actually walk with us rather she would creep along behind the hedges until they finished then quickly rush out to the next hedge.
If any other animal or person came across her she would give a long loud spit that usually worked with all of us, and she would be left alone.
There were times that she came out of hiding & walked along the middle of the road which was not a problem until she was faced by an oncoming car, usually the sensible thing for her to do would have been to come to our side onto the pavement.
That would have been far to easy so she would stop, stare at the car, which generally would slow down & swerve to avoid her, which was the time for her to decide to move to the other side of the road & give the car a passing nasty spit as she went.
She never wanted picking up or fussing & the only time I saw her playful was one new year when she decided to play with some paper streamers she had found and I realised somewhere in there was a lovely playful cat, the saddest thing was we never saw that again.
Eventually she grew older & became ill, although she had become quite a character both at home and to the local neighbours, sadly she died, but we always talked about her chair and the pleasure she had given to us all, she is still missed
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