Fun Size Magrs

Once upon a time, there were two boys who grew up in a tiny town in The Middle-of-Nowhere. They lived with their Mother and her Husband in a small house close to a stream. Their Mother was a very poorly woman who spent most of her time asleep. The Doctors would visit with big bottles of tablets, but nobody could find a cure. Their Mother slept and slept - only waking for a few minutes each day. Mother's Husband was a gruff man with a very big beard. Eventually, his beard grew so large and bushy it became impossible for him to smile or speak so he could only communicate by frowning or stamping his feet.   The boys had to be very quiet and were never allowed any friends or noisy fuss in the family home. The older child - Peter - was a very bright boy. Peter loved to read and would often carry two bags of books to and from school. He couldn't possibly read so many books in one single day, but Peter wanted everybody to know just how much he loved his books. His Mother was delighte...

  On her last day, Pixie sat in the sun. Normally, she'd wake me up by scratching at the base of the bed or jumping on my chest...  But on that last day, Pixie sat on the window-sill and looked into the garden. I pushed the window open as far as it would go, and Pixie hopped down onto the grass. She toddled onto the little concrete path and sat down.  She didn't move very far over the course of the day. She'd lie down for a while, then sit up and wash her face, and then lie back down.  Our other cats kept their distance, leaving her in peace, in the sun. We'd first met Pixie when she was cowering under the coat of a shop assistant. She was the last of her litter – the only one not picked out for a home.  I didn’t want a kitten. We’d only recently said goodbye to our elderly, adopted cat and I’d gotten so attached to my furry little shadow I didn’t want to think about ‘ replacing ’ her. Not so soon. I certainly didn’t want to buy a kitten from a bloody pet ...