Sylvie and Furgs

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came to us from the RSPCA Ridge at the end of 1996 died on 29th July 2011 aged about 16

Sylvie as a young cat
At first Sylvie preferred the shed to the house and we thought we had lost her.  Sampson who came from Ridge with her proved to be HIV positive and the neighbours were not happy to have him in their backyards so he returned to Ridge where he was put down...   We brought in Furgal and Sylvie loved him on sight.  
Sylvie decided to come in from the shed and took up a position by the radiator behind the settee.   She became tamer over the years, but never tolerated stroking though she could be chucked under the chin whilst being presented with a shrimp.   (North American cold water shrimp only from Sainsbury's of course)
Sylvie became a little hard of hearing as she aged and was a lot less nervous.  However she did start bellowing seemingly without a reason, people say it is a sign of Alzheimer's in cats.   A week or so before she died, she stopped washing and did not eat much.   On her last day she retired to the garden to die under a peony.   She was cremated and her ashes spread over the area where she had chosen to die.   She was a feisty little cat and will be missed.   When I see a dark patch in the borders, I think she is sleeping there.

Sylvie and Furgs enjoying hanging out mostly asleep - the camera shutter is impertinently loud

On Sylvie's death, Furgal has had to take responsibility for the web site and has adopted a less aggressive persona on the default page.  



He came from the RSPCA Ridge at the end of 1996 and died on Christmas Eve 2012 aged about 16 3/4


Furgs with a bit of 'Corel Print Shop Pro'-ing!!   He was called Oscar when we got him;  he was a bit wild.  

Furgs stomped into our life on his long legs in 1997.   His fur was like silk and although his facial markings made him look a bit cross, he was a very loving boy.   He was prepared to listen through the night to Test Match Special and enjoyed our recent win in India.

Considering that I am a keen photographer;  I have very few pictures of Furgs and none that do him justice.   There may be some slides in the archives.

Reflected in a mirror

Looking innocent

Connoisseur of beds

In the garden

Furgal was bitten in a cat fight, assailant unknown, and never managed to fight off the infection.  

He suffered politely and took his last trip to the vet on Christmas Eve 2012

Furgs in his favourite place;  he's comforting his wound on the velvet of the chair back.

On the freezer where he spent most of his last days