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On Friday afternoon I found out that Oscar, my cat, was dead.
I’ve never been overly sentimental about pets.
Oscar lived outside and treated me as a source of food. He pretty much treated the entire neighbourhood as a cafe and used to get fed by a lot of different people.
I guess what upset me was that he was probably poisoned – whether accidentally or intentionally I’ll probably never know.
So now I am catless. Max, the other cat, has presumably met with a similar fate and there’s no sign of any cats around the neighbourhood.
I can’t see myself getting a replacement cat as I spend far too much time travelling to be able to look after a kitten long enough for it to be self-sufficient and if someone has put poison down outside it would be too dangerous.
Maybe I’ll get a goldfish ..
