This is Wags, who was really my second pet, if I am truthful. We did have a golden cocker puppy, called Judy, before that, but she developed distemper (in the days when there was little that could be done) and she had fits and died. In the short time we had her Judy made her presence felt - physically as far as I was concerned. Her bed was under the kitchen table, close to the old coke boiler, and when I had my tea at the table she would swing off my socks, and occasionally off me, with needle sharp teeth. At the time she was so ill, I do remember a huge plane called the Brabazon flying over us which was quite an event.Wags was 11 months old when we had him and he was so laid back and friendly. Being a blue roan cocker spaniel, his name was obvious - that tail never stopped. He was very tolerant when I was growing up, and was quite happy to wander around the fields with me when I was big enough to take him out on my own.
After Wags had gone, and I had moved away from home and got married, then we started with cats. Just after Christmas, my lovely husband came home with this gorgeous cream Burmese, who was a real bundle of mischief. He once came home with a joint of lamb, warm and ready to carve. I never inquired from the neighbours who had lost their Sunday lunch. He never really had a proper name apart from his pedigree, and was usually called Cat.
On a couple of occasions, he was found on a neighbour's bed having a snooze in the sun. We lived in a row of bungalows at the time. When we later moved to a house, we heard of someone just down the road, who was looking for a home for a young Doberman bitch. My husband jumped at the chance, with my full agreement, and we took Kes on. She was only 18 months old at the time and settled into our house well, getting on with Cat as long as they were both in the house. If they were outside, Cat had to be aware that he was fair game. We never had other cats in our garden then.
