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الفوركس فى مصر click here Today I received a piece of news; it’s the end of a story which began nineteen years ago when my daughter got her heart’s desire in the shape of a small tortoiseshell kitten. Puss delighted us all and when she was only six months old she produced a litter of five kittens herself. We kept one and named her Enid after a neighbour, two more went to good homes and two went to live next door with Martin and Julie. They were named Kitty and Shadow.
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انسحاب الخيارات الثنائية وسطاء All was well until Julie decided to acquire two more cats – Chairman Miaow and Felix. Now the Chairman is a most beautiful cat but it has to be admitted that he is a bully, and poor little Kitty was his principal victim. Julie did her best to curb his bad behaviour but to no avail, and then Kitty began to disappear for stretches of time.
go Julie was very concerned but had no idea where she was until one day she was walking along the street and saw Kitty tucking into a plate of food on Lily’s porch, six doors down. Now Lily is not the easiest of people to deal with, she is a very fierce German lady of decided opinions, and so it was with some trepidation that Julie knocked on her door and very politely asked her not to feed Kitty as she was disappearing from home and was greatly missed. Lily was very rude to Julie and accused her of not loving her cat, she said that Kitty would not come to her house if she had a good home of her own.
الخيارات الثنائية على الصعيد الدولي Anyway, Julie scooped up Kitty and marched home. She decided that the Chairman and Kitty needed to be separated and accordingly made sure they were confined to separate parts of the house.
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متاجرة بالذهب A week later I was busy in the kitchen when a knock came at the door. I answered it and there was a man in uniform. He explained that he was from the RSPCA and said that he has a complaint from a member of the public that I was mistreating my cats. I was outraged and brought him indoors to see Bigcat and Enid who were both dozing in front of he fire in sleek good health. He agreed that the cats were in fine fettle and said he did not need to trouble me further.
And then I realised what must have happened. ‘It’s Lily, isn’t it? I demanded ‘She’s the one who complained, but she’s got the house numbers mixed up’.
‘Oh, Madam, I couldn’t possibly say’ was his reply.
But I knew full well who it was and insisted that he hear the tale of the kidnapper and that he come next door to Julie’s to see for himself what spoilt cats lived there; he resisted at first, but gave in in the face of such outrage, and we went across the garden where Felix and Chairman Miaow were tucking into dinner. We challenged him about what had happened and he explained that sometimes they received malicious calls but had to follow them up. He also said that there was nothing Julie could do, short of an expensive court case, to get her cat back. So sadly, Julie resigned herself to the loss of Kitty.
A month or so later, my son was returning from work, and who should he see in Lily’s front window, washing her paws, but Kitty. And from time to time we could see her from our upstairs landing window, sunning herself on the shed. She seemed fit and happy, and Julie agreed that perhaps Kitty had made her own choice. Lily, she didn’t forgive.
And today, on the neighbourly grapevine we heard that Kitty had died at the age of eighteen. Sad news, which reminded us of the kidnapping saga. But I think she had a good life.
Mind you, Julie’s keeping a careful eye on her other cats. She has five now!