18 years is a long time to have a cat and I still cannot get used to you not being there. In your old age you liked the finer things in life, Icelandic prawns, sunbathing on the deck and a night lying by the open fire.
However, in younger years you were a wild thing: staying out all night and sometimes not coming home for days! When you disappeared for a whole year I had given up all hope of ever seeing you again. But then on the day I moved house you were on the doorstep. From that day I knew there was something very special about you.
In memory of Levi , my cat of 18 years. I miss your funny, black and white part Siamese face and your reassuring purr.
