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Duke was born in the summer of 2005 and died very suddenly in January 2007 – we are still trying to find out exactly why.
He was, quite simply, the loveliest cat I have ever had, not only a beautiful example of his breed, but also with a very lovely nature. |
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| He adored kittens and was fascinated by the birth process, which he watched from as close as he could, with eyes wide open. Sophie once left her kittens alone and this horrified him so much, he leapt into the nest to keep them warm. Mind you, he was even more horrified a few moments later when they started searching him for milk! He played with them happily as soon as they started moving about, ever gentle and ever caring. |
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He would jump up and rub faces with me each time he came into the house, having searched me out by calling to me. He loved to sit on the bath and play with my toes and at night he would often get into bed and paddle away on me, purring like mad.
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On the occasions when he went out of the garden, he would inevitably bring something back, from half a ham sandwich for me to a very large and very dead pigeon for the kittens.
He has left an enormous gap but, strangely enough, one of the kittens he played with is still here and has taken on some of his habits, like ambushing the other cats by hiding under the bedspread and then charging them. |
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: : Memories of Duke
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