"Do they celebrate Bonfire Night in France?"
"Er, well Adam, why do you think the French would celebrate the failure of a Catholic plot to kill the King of England that was supported by the king of France ?"
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Nevertheless November the fifth is memorable for us as it's the day that Smudge, our eldest cat, came to live with us in 1998.
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| Smudge in a typically "relaxed" mood |
Smudge had turned up at Barbara's school two weeks' beforehand and had been hanging around evidently hungry. None of the children knew whose cat it was and, with a big public fireworks display due at the school, Barbara decided to bring her home.
Our vet thought she was about 18 months old at the time (although she could have been older) so she's at least fifteen and a half now. Like many more mature people she spends much of her time dozing in the sun, snoozing on her favourite chair or lounging in front of the fire. Smudge has always liked her food although nowadays her teeth give her some trouble so she prefers her food mixed with warm water - more soup than crunchy cat food! Memorably, we watched once as she taught our other cat Jess to catch mice.
When Smudge came to France she seemed to find a new lease of life as well as a whole new set of places she could snooze in the sun. Although she's not very active in mouse hunting these days she still contributes the odd kill (we know they are Smudge's as they haven't been eaten ...... ).
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