It was a sad day yesterday. Morse, a part of my family for 11 years, died suddenly. In many ways it’s a blessing. He was very much loved and didn’t suffer at the end. One minute he was with us, the next he’d gone.
Never overly affectionate, he knew when he wanted things like clockwork and never let you forget who was boss. He was the pioneer of ‘The Human Catflap’: a technique where you keep walking up to near where Linz and I live to say ‘There’s no answer from those folks upstairs, here, come follow me and let me in’. We’d invariably ignore him the first time, when he’d come back again, act all cute nearer to us this time and when we’d inevitably go and try and give him a stroke, he’d be off up the path. Cunning lad was our Morse.
Forever rolling over on the ground to show just how cute he could be, he was a lovely cat.
Like Martin Clunes said of dogs recently in his ITV1 documentary, the bond we get with dogs and cats is often bordering on the irrational. However for all of the demands they make of us, the love we get back from seeing them stick around and seek us out is enough to melt our hearts for every day they are with us.
We all miss you Morse, including your brother Paddy. Farewell dear friend.