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Cats are canny creatures...My brother tells me that he has a cat visitor. I don't know if it is him or her but it is a regular visitor. It has a collar, and its long fur is well groomed so presumably has a home to go to but every morning it wanders in through the back door, eats the food that is put down for it, settles on the settee for a while, and then asks to be let out at the front door, strolls across the road and into the house of a neighbour where, presumably, the same pattern is followed before it goes out of the back door and on to inspect the next of its premises. Sometimes it seems to reverse the visits later in the day on its way home.
About 1969 I had a black and white cat I called Oscar. I loved that cat, but I was out at work all day. I'd had him neutered. He went out when I went to work, and was always waiting on the steps when I returned.
One night he was not waiting for me, so I went knocking on doors with the photos I had taken of him. I didn't know the neighbours, we were all flats above shops.
About 5 or 6 doors down, the woman said come in. In the front room was an 11 year old in a wheelchair, and Oscar was on his lap. The woman told me that Oscar came every morning, stayed with the boy in the wheelchair all day, and then asked to be let out at tea time, when he came to my flat and waited for me to return home from work. Apparently this had gone on for months, Oscar staying with the boy in the wheelchair all day.
The woman went to pick Oscar up for me. I looked at the boy's face and in his eyes. And I said No, leave him. If you want Oscar, he's yours, and I will walk away.
And I never saw Oscar again. The woman told me Oscar stayed with that young boy who needed him.
I know it's silly but I still shed a tear over Oscar, he was my first cat, I was 18 years old...and I still have those photos, over 50 years later. And I can still see that boy's head bowed over the cat as he hugged him tightly when he realised he could keep the cat.
But it was the cat that made that choice, not me.
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