Reincarnation
One of my favourite cats of all time is Henry – he’s about 11 now but still going strong, a beautiful grey tabby who has the unfortunate habits of a sailor on shore leave – every night he insists on attempting to hump my leg…

Anyway, a few years ago he had been out all night, nothing unusual in the summer, he will be out all night hunting and then back inside lying in the cool of the house while it’s hot outside.

But this one particular morning he hadn’t returned…..but someone had found him on the road just down from our house.

He was in a terrible state – past the care of a vet.

So he was lovingly laid out in an old wooden fruit picking box (I lived on a farm at the time), the undamaged side on show so he just looked as if he was asleep on an old towel and we even put some wild flowers all around him.


He laid in state for a few hours….I told a few of my closest friends how upset I was that I’d lost Henry and a proper rectangular cat sized grave was dug in the garden ready for him to be laid to rest….

So there I am looking the part of the grieving parent standing over the waiting grave when up comes someone furry to rub himself around my legs in sympathy….I look down…OMG!

It’s Henry!!! So who the hell am I about to bury?

Erm…next door’s cat…..
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Tue 12 Jun 2007, 11:06, Reply)