How I met my cat?
Pikkie
Eighteen years ago my wife discovered three little
kittens in length of unused sewerage pipe in our
back garden. We had been building at the time and
the length of pipe had been left in a corner of the
garden.
My son Malcolm caught one of the kittens and kept it
in a very large cardboard box for a few days. He still
has the cat named Comet.
I, on the other hand, did not catch a kitten. I encouraged him to come to me which he did after a
few days. His name is Pikkie by the way.
The third kitten was given to a friend by Malcolm.
Pikkie grew up in our back yard and spent a lot of
time in the company of our dog, Waldo, a cross
between a Bull terrier and a Labrador. Pikkie slept
in Waldo`s kennel with him. The kennel was situated on our enclosed back stoep so it was out of the
weather all the time.
I am convinced that Pikkie thinks that he is a dog as
once Waldo passed on Jason, our Staffie, became
his best mate. The two of them would sleep in the
lounge together while we were watching TV.
Seven years ago we acquired a puppy to replace Jason who had subsequently been put down due to his
inability to urinate. The new puppy, Jonty, a Boston
Terrier, gave Pikkie a hard time for about a year but
Pikkie never gave up and he and Jonty have become
the best of friends.
They spend a lot of time together and sleep together
on