Amelia, or Amelia Hugh as I often
called her, arrived in December of 1994 after the death of Sam.
She was my first breeded cat, being a Norwegian Forest Cat. I travelled to
York to fetch her, on the train, and she meowed all the way home from inside
her cat basket. Still a kitten, she settled in well with other resident cats,
Mo , Mavis, Kittypuss
and Sophie. Amelia was a very loving cat and often
slept wrapped around my neck as I wrote letters sitting at the table. She
seemed always to be purring. Despite the huge expanse of ground to the back
of the house, she would venture onto the front, by the road. Whenever she
was out, I worried for her safety. I couldn't keep her is as that made her
unhappy. A terrible day came when she was killed on the road, like her brother
Sam. This was September of 1995. She was just two years old. Following Amelia's
death, we erected a cat run in the garden. It is an area of 50' by 30' fenced
off so the cats can exercise in safety.
