Now I have some sad new to report.
Last night, Claflin was hit by a car outside my house and killed. It most likely happened as I was walking home from work, about 6.30pm or so -- my mother says she'd introduced him to a friend of her about half an hour before. Claflin was almost ten months old. I'd adopted him when he was roughly a few weeks old, after he'd been dumped in the night with a box of other kittens on the doorstep of the place where my best friend's cousin works. I bought him the highest quality food I could find at the supermarket, carefully hand-treated him for fleas when I found out he was riddled with them but too young for any medication, and did my absolute utmost to make sure that he never wanted for anything if I could help it. I'd just begun knitting him a rug to sleep on.
I don't have the words to describe how upset I am. The word "upset" is itself far from adequate in describing my feelings. Please have patience with me over the next few weeks, as posting may slow down slightly.
7 Nov 2013 - 31 Aug 2014