A cat with sad news

I have become the Fox’s silver pussycat. My hair has now got to the stage where it is a thick mat, very silky, not quite like hair. Indeed it feels more like a short-haired cat’s fur, hence the pussycat. The silver is just a reflection of its whiteness. This new hair is quite sensual to stroke, just as silky as any cat’s.

Last night we received bad news. One of our friends from the golf club has died. He was 92. No, it wasn’t the virus that killed him. April 2019 he was told he had cancer in his arm & that it was untreatable – the prostate cancer he’d had for decades had finally spread to his bones, in his arms in particular. He’s done well to last as long as he has. He had a fall last week, breaking his arm in two places. We’d assumed the breaks were due to the fall but no, it was the cancer.

The worst of it is we would all like to attend his funeral & have a wake to remember him at. However, that will be impossible in the present circumstances. It is pity. He led a life worth celebrating. He did his bit for King & country in the Second World War. He loved sport & dedicated much of his spare time teaching youngsters how to play badminton & golf. He looked after his wife for a long time while she was dying. So much of his life seems to have been about love & service. And now we can’t even celebrate his demise – a fate that must have hit so many who have lost loved ones at this time. Long will he remain in our memories.