Here I am at the edge

A spooky story I have always been a lover of cats, but not all of my furry companions have loved me. One such was my stepson's kitten "Fluff," she was a tabby with a temper, that she usually took out on me. From the time we met, until shortly before she died, she never liked me. Her attitude changed in the last year of her life, not because she was older but for one weird instance, that I cannot explain.   The cats  - Fluff and her mother, Softy - had the lower floor to themselves on a nighttime, and we slept in the master bedroom, the room furthest away from the kitchen.    On the night in question, we were fast asleep - when to my dying day - I will swear I heard my name called. The call was so clear it woke me with a chill.  I dashed downstairs, to find Fluff trapped beneath an ironing board, the dislodged board had fallen across her back and trapped her against a wall. She had a severely damaged spine but lived for about another year. From ...

Puddytat rules The Puddy tat state of the non-convergence of cats is that no two cats can occupy the same cuddly item at the same time. However, some of the cats - Ninja (sitting on the back of my chair) - try to push this rule aside.  Two nights ago, he attempted to lay in the warm spot to the right of my shoulder, only to find Bess was there. Brave as he is - or so he would have you believe - even he isn't brave enough to take Bess on, so he found another cuddly space to sleep. Smudge The cat on the chair arm is my beloved Smudge, we thought we'd lose her a few months ago. She came in one night bleeding profusely from her nose. With each breath she lost more blood, I was worried she had a serious injury and her lungs had been compromised. After taking her to the vet's it was found to be no worse than a bad nosebleed, perhaps she'd had a run-in with one of the foxes in the area?