The Cat who Walks by Herself
I met this cat during a Lockdown walk. It was welcome company and followed me determinedly for a few minutes until I stopped and petted it. I love most animals (horses are beautiful but they freak me out for some reason) but cats are very special to me. I love dogs too but there's something about cats, especially when an unknown one is affectionate. Dogs can't help themselves... cats are picky. As an early reader, I encountered Rudyard Kipling's Cat who Walks by Himself when I was about 6 and was immediately drawn in by the strong character. I see now that it mirrored how I felt about my family. I was the youngest by a long way, very emotionally immature, and was overly attached to Mum despite the fact that it was often an uncomfortable relationship. Yet I hankered after being that self-sufficient Cat. About that time I met Ethel, an old lady (actually the exact age I am now) just along the road. Friends introduced us when I needed drying out by her fire after a snow-re