We adopted Byron from Wood Green in London, she was there in a sort of retirement home for older cats, she was the oldest at 22 with a crumpled ear and had been there since she was 18. She was sleeping in a lovely little hut house with other cats but there was also another cat who caught my eye called Jim so I asked the rescue who they’d prefer us to take they said Jim but he was a bit poorly and didn’t think he’d travel well. So we took Byron, she never made a sound the whole way and as soon as we got home she went straight to Schui’s dish, ate all his food and got settled in a cat bed as if she’d always lived with us. (It was lovely to find out on Purrs that Jim had been adopted by Pav who then became a good friend).
Byron was a character she would climb onto your shoulder and liked to hide I’ve found her in draws and in the wardrobe many times. Steve would always joke to her and say 'you were only supposed to be coming here for 6 months you know and you're still here!' we had her nearly 4 years. She was very sweet and would curl up to me wrapping both paws round my arm or on my hands whilst I was typing. She loved her food especially chicken and pates and she always kept clean. She took everything in her stride and although small was a feisty little thing.
I miss her circling my feet on a morning when I was getting her food, and getting under my feet, coming for a small spoon of milk after breakfast and a bit of butter off my toast and trying to get at a glass of water if one was around. Her favourite thing was the fountain.
Byron was really looking old lately she was bald on her ears, back feet and nose but still so pretty to us. She was a very special girl, a one of, it seemed like she’d live forever but sadly she’s gone
She will though, always live on in our hearts
Here are some old photos of her:
