This is a Flashback Friday blog.
Fatsworth, originally Chatsworth (or Chattie), was very special. We rescued him from the Cats’ Protection League many years ago.
Originally, he was apparently found a-wandering with a horrid collar indentation in a residential area of Lerwick where there was a good Fish shop. He was about 6 months’ old when he came to us and we never put another collar on him again. He loved talking (hence his name – Chattie) chips and I would bring him home any lunch-spares when we went to Lerwick. Chips were better than fish. That explained so much.
Fatsworth was a character.
He ruled the house and we loved him for it. No one ever doubted this fact.
Next the world. It seemed an obvious progression.
He was never horrible to the dogs, just told them how it would be.
And they believed him.
I mean, why wouldn’t you?
Fatsworth was as wide as he was tall.
For a cat that lived mainly on nature’s buffet trolley, he managed to pack it all in.
This was his preferred method of sleeping.
We used to say he was “Closed for Business”.
Wherever you went, you would always be accompanied by a singing Fatsworth. He talked while he walked while he didn’t tread on the ground! His talent.
We all miss him more than words.
He was a wonderful character and taken from us far too early. There was nothing we could do.
So a Flashback Friday for Chattie. He used to love a Christmas tree – he would sit in wait underneath and then go for the attack under the cloak of tree! None were safe and none would pass.
He was a sod, but he was our sod.
(yes, I even put him my handbag to see if he could fit – and yes, of course he could! Did he mind? Nah! It was just another receptacle for world domination.)