A few days ago we had a trip to Whitby, a popular seaside/fishing resort on the north east coast of England, in the beautiful county of North Yorkshire. One of it’s many attractions is the ruined abbey on the cliff top and the 199 steps you can climb to get to it.
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It is now 5 weeks and there is still no sign of Hibbert. We’re finding it difficult to handle his disappearance even though we only knew him for 6 months.
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It’s now almost 4 days since I last saw Hibbert. I gave him his supper on Sunday night as usual, but haven’t seen him since.
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Hibbert has been in our lives now for about 5 months, and we’re still learning about each other. For instance I know he doesn’t like his feet touching, and he knows I don’t like him jumping on to the kitchen work-tops. It’s an on-going process and we still have a way to go. However, one of his most alarming traits is his road sense, or perhaps I should say, lack of road sense.
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A few years ago the couple at the local pub had a black tom cat called Cookie. He was a friendly soul and often visited us in our garden. Nothing unusual in that, but the thing that set Cookie apart from the rest was the fact that he would go walks with the family in the evening.
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What is it about cats and gloves? Years ago when Jackson first encountered a rubber glove he approached it with great caution, ready to leap back at any moment should it react to his attentions. A few days ago I watched Hibbert do the exact same thing with my gardening glove.
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At last we’ve got round to giving the new kid a name. Are you ready?
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Cats are creatures of habit and like routine, that’s probably why I get on so well with them. Anyway, over the last few weeks me and the new kid have fallen into a routine.
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Over the years I’ve known many cats. All different shapes, sizes and temperaments and all have had a varying attitude to food. Some have had large appetites, others small, some liked tinned food others preferred biscuits. Dulcie even liked to crunch on dried fuchsia leaves!
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It didn’t take long for things to settle into a routine with the new stray cat. He would arrive around teatime or just later and come into the kitchen for his food.
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