CrackerCracker came to us as a kitten from a family member.  He was the last little cat out of three, and the only male.  Unfortunately his little sister died after just a few weeks from cat flu, but Cracker and his other sister didn't catch it.

He was the cutest little kitten, a tiny ball of white fluff.  My husband decided on the name Cracker, as we collected him on Boxing Day, just after Christmas.

My husband wasn't a cat lover, and really wanted to get a dog. However Cracker was the cat that converted my husband into a cat lover, he adored little Cracker

Cracker was gorgeous in character and in looks.  My husband taught him to play fetch, and he used to sleep with us every night and snore!  He didn't mind being picked up for a cuddle, and wasn't scared of anyone.  He found a little girlfriend, who used to come over to see him every day, and eat his food!  Cracker didn't mind at all, they had so much fun together running around and playing in the garden.

One sad day just after his first birthday, Cracker went out to play.  He didn't come back, despite being called, which was quite unusual.  My husband found Cracker outside our home by the side of the road, he'd been knocked down by a car, and it looks like he'd died instantly.

This was, and still is, an incredibly sad day for us, and for his little girlfriend that couldn't find Cracker any more after that day.

Months passed before I could think of Cracker without crying, but now I can. I remember his funny little ways, his snoring at night, playing fetch with his little yellow mousey, and watching the pigeons from the roof of the house.

Rest in peace little Cracker, we will miss you.

Erica Louise (Australia)


A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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