Enough already. Let's have a smile.

When mum and I were waiting to leave hospital on Monday, as the hospital pharmacy inexplicably took 7 hours to dispense her medicine, we started chatting to the woman in the bed opposite, named Pamela.

When the subject moved on to pets, and specifically cats :) she told us that she had had a cat years ago who was so special, she couldn't bear the thought of taking another after she'd gone. (I *think* its name was Susie. But can't quite remember that bit properly....)

It was a British Blue.........Pamela's husband gave her Susie as a kitten, as an engagement present, and she lived with them till dying in her sleep at age 22 (awwww...)

But the best story of all is this:

For 2 decades, each Friday, when Pamela was walking home from work, Susie would meet her half way along the road, at the Newsagent's. Pam would then nip in and buy a tube of Rolos: a ration of 2 Rolos was Susie's weekly treat. She loved them.I love this story. It goes against all veterinary advice, but goes straight to the soul of a cheeky, independent wee cat who knows what she wants and how to get it. I find it so cute when animals adopt a routine!

And HURRAYYY for disobeying the rules and living beyond our expected years!

I can just picture her chewing away on them, then trotting the rest of the way home with her mum, purring, and pausing now and then for a leg rub.

Brilliant!

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Hope Pamela does well. She has MS. She'd been in hospital 3 weeks and couldn't wait to escape. Thanks for helping to pass the hours, Pam, wherever you are!