Pavvy Lambert

My cat lost his fight with cancer

 

This is about my cat called Pavvy, he was a two year old who had had his back leg broken, on the first meeting at the Blue Cross centre, he just stood out as a young cat who had a lot of up and go.

That was in 1993, so for the last 15 years he has been a constant delight to have around the house.

One would never have thought that he would be able to jump and climb, but he did, would race me to the post box and back.

All though he was neutered, that did not stop him from fighting any other cat that had the audacity to come on to his patch, I caught him standing over some poor cat which was on its back with Pavvy spitting at it, having said that he was very affectionate and liked to cuddle up on ones lap especially when reading the newspapers or a good book.

When I was out at night for council meetings on arriving home he would just stand and look with the question where have you been.

This is what is miss when you do not have a cat, on my cupboard is a magnet saying a home is not a home unless it has a cat that is true in many respects.

Coming home after a trip to Australia we picked him up from the cattery and the first thing he did after having a drink was to pick up my flip-flop and shred it, after that he was his charming self.

He was there for me when I had my marriage break up, that is when you appreciate that funny but loving cat...

He went to sleep on Thursday when I called the vet, he had a nasty cancer but he kept going until it over took him.