| - Marks and Sparks | ||||
| I got these two kittens mid-November, a few weeks after Snuffle was killed,
from the same farm. I drove as slowly as I could, but the plaintive whines from the back of
the Scimitar grew, and soon the car was filled with an unmistakeable and unbearable stink
of kitty-shit. I pulled into a layby near Mere and wound down the window for air. As if by
magic, an old couple appeared at the door, trying to sell me a Remembrance-day poppy.
"I'm sorry", I said, "I'm in a bit of a hurry". "Oh yes," the lady said, sniffing once and recoiling, "you certainly are". I got the kittens home and cleaned them up. For a few days I puzzled over names for them, and then noticed that one of the cats felt the cold, and would always be found first thing in the morning sleeping in the still-warm ashes of the fire, so I called her Sparks. The other cat had an obvious M on her forehead, and so they became Marks and Sparks. |
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| On to Skippy and Sparks | ||||
| To the Station Entrance To the Staff | ||||