Humphrey’s blog

Because it was such a wet night yesterday, Humphrey decided to put chasing small furry things on hold and grace us with his presence.  He sat curled up on my lap while I watched Dr Who.

He’s not as cuddly as the cat I used to have, called Sam, who would happily sit draped around my shoulders if I’d let him.  But in his own way Humphrey’s a loving cat.  I suppose he now comes into the category of senior cats because he must be about 9 or 10.  Not quite sure since he was a stray.

Given that Sam was 19 when we had him put to sleep, we could have Humphrey for another 10 years.  I don’t know how you’ve felt as an animal owner but I was in pieces when Sam died.  I’d had him since he was 4 months old and he’d moved house with me 4 times, been parked with friends when I had nowhere for him to be with me and generally he was the most tolerant cat.

When we moved here, I put him in his basket in the old house and he curled up and went to sleep and didn’t wake up till I was ready to let him out after the removers had departed.  The other cat Portia wailed all day, at the top of her voice distracting all of us!

There’ll never be another cat for me like Sam but I do love Humphrey for his funny ways and his independent spirit.  After Sam died I made a scrapbook full of photos and quotes.  One of my favourite ones is this:

“Cats could have ruled the universe but couldn’t be bothered.” Paul Gray.

I think they do very well as it is without the bothering.