Been rather sad these last few weeks, as my ginger tom Stimpy passed away. He had never been ill until January when when developed fluid on his lungs and was never really the same again. He died on June the 4th and was almost 18 years old, so he had a good life. He loved everybody and everybody loved him-he was the most affectionate of my cats and never failed to win strangers hearts. I buried him under my hammock so I can sit with him- it was one of the last places he laid in the garden to shelter from the sun. Miss you my dear little fella xxx
He did love a cushion to lay his dear head on.....
or to snuggle up to a tiger.......
or lay on his favourite chair............
In Barbies four poster bed......dont know how he got in there, but he didnt want to get out!
in the bathroom basin when he was just a kitten
playing football in the garden
his other favourite position, legs all akimbo..........
yes, he did love that basin...........
and mummys bed........
and Kate's bed too, hugging the toy that was meant for my first grandson Dallas!
I am a mother who gardens and sews. I love beautiful materials (from my French Huguenot heritage)old ships (from my 3x gt grandfather George Fisher who was a Master Mariner in Lowestoft)old Roses (a love passed on from my dear mother Betsy who was a Romany Gypsy and a great great grandfather James Funnell who was a Master Gardener )lovely old furniture (gt gt grandfather Charles Felmingham was a cabinet maker)Everything I love has been passed down through my genes.
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