Any one who has followed this blog will know that I can occasionally be a little obsessed with my animals. They are an important part of me and now that the children are growing up and leaving home these furry friends are even more central to my life. After Peri died I was bereft. He left the hugest hole in my heart and my life, more than I would have ever thought possible. even now almost three years after his death, I still cry occasionally and miss him terribly.
The second litter was more successful only a little quicker than we had planned due to an accidental leaving of the cats together at the wrong time. How accidental I will never know but perhaps one day youngest daughter will confess. This litter produced four beautiful healthy kittens, three girls and one boy. Ollie was promised to a friend from the start and for 8 weeks I kept myself from falling in love with him even though he reminded me of Peri at every moment. For 8 weeks I managed to believe he was going to live with my friend, but she couldn't take him until he was 16 weeks old and when the other litter mates went, he bonded with us. So Ollie had to stay too.