Guest Blog from Southdowner

Okie

Growing up, I never lived with a cat. The only feline I really knew was Kama, my grandmother's elderly cat, for a few years in my early childhood. My mother often talked fondly of cats she had known in her childhood but as I was growing up surrounded by dogs and ponies I never felt the need to share my existence with additional species. So the story of my first cat comes later; I had completed a degree and married, moving to Lesser Deeping, a small town in Lincolnshire. I arrived with...