I thought that it would be worth telling a particularly nice little story about my ct Garfield, who now resides in cat-heaven where there are plenty of mice to chase, pieces of string to play with and in Garfield's case as much Lasagne to eat as he wants.
Anyway. Here Goes:
It was a really gorgous summer day and Garfield was outside in the garden doing the things that cats do, which was to patrol his territory and pick fights on other cats and neighbourhood small dogs.
It was all going very smoothly until he spotted two rabbits who were happily munching away at my father's vegetable patch, having earlier escaped from their hutch, which was a pleasant Des-res (For Rabbits Anyway) in the garden of our neighbour three doors away.
Garfield having spotted invaders of his stomping ground immediately turned to the instincts that are a cat's natural reaction, he crouched down in the grass, and observed. The fact that we had not cut the lawn for a while was standing him in good stead and he was happily doing the Big Lion Hunter bit, whereby he was moving one paw at a time in order to slowly creep up on the unwanted guests and set up a suitable ambush.
This was all well and good and was going splendidly until the buck rabbit caught his scent and was immediately taken by the instinct to protect his doe.
Garfield was by no means a cowardly cat, having had his fair share of scraps with other cats and as aforementioned the occasional dog. But I suppose you would have to understand his thought processses and look at it from his perspective to explain what happened next.
The buck gave chase and Garfield froze stock still for about 3 seconds and I like to think that his the thoughts that flew through his mind like greased lightening were as follows:
"Okay, there is something coming at me, it's got very big ears, What Do I do it?"
Fuck it, I'm out of here" At which point he scarpered.
However, instead of running inside the house through the automatic catflap that we had lovingly fitted for him, so that he could come and go as he pleased, he ran towards the bottom of our very long garden with the rabbit in hot pursuit, in the end he was forced to climb a tree to escape the bunny's wrath. The rabbit of course could not follow him and resorted to circling the tree a few times, before losing interest and making his way back to the doe.
This whole episode was keenly observed by our whole family and the source of some amusement, when Garfield came in about 10 minutes later. He did of course, in typical cat fashion ignore our teasing remarks, had something to eat and promptly settled down for snooze in his favourite spot by the radiator.
This memory is only one of many very amusing episodes in the 15 years of Garfield's life and I treasure them all.
He was a cat with bags of personality who got himself into all sorts of scrapes, but ultimately he was completley unflappable and strangely dignified in every action he undertook.
I miss him dearly.
Zax
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