PUSS CAT
1995 - 2008

I was informed of horrible news last night, that my cat was struck and killed on the Capricorn highway sometime yesterday. The news came at a horrible time as I was at a function and being the face of my firm so I had a duty upon me to remain social and strong I didnt have my chance to grieve, so I do so here where I can say some last words to and about my dear cat.

I got puss cat or as we called her PC for short when we moved into the Kabra pub for the first time. I was still a young boy in a new town and with few friends getting ready to commence year six of school. Whilst fooling around and exploring the Kabra pub and getting familiar with my new surroundings, whilst out the back of the pub I seen a young female cat, a tutter shell and whom look like a stray. Going against mums orders I began to feed it regularly and ensure it had adequate watter and milk. A bond soon arose between us, the one that dose between man and pet, a close bond, a unbreakable one, they become family.

I was glad to pick PC up as a young stray and have her domesticated, her days as a strayed gave her sense of character and she had achieved a few gold stars from the kindergarden of harden knocks and it gave her a rough us guts never say attitude to other animals and when need be a fierce killing machine all the while maintaining the sweet natured cat she was to me.

PC was a good cat over the years, always one to provide a laugh when the dogs tried pulling one over her and always a good presence to turn to for a pat, hug or cry in dark hard times where there was no one else to turn to.

Over the years she gave me much love and with that a litter of kitten from which the mighty Purist came who I also come to love like a son. There is no fitting reward that I can give to her in death apart from a pledge and a promise that she will never be forgotten and that she will be remembered for the special cat she was.

Suffice to say she died doing what she loved doing and did best, she went out whilst on th hunt. Good bye my little girl, the Queen of Kabra is dead. Goodnight sweet princess and may flights of angels thee to thy rest.