Biggles in his Cat Nip pot!Biggles was Garfield’s brother. He was a beautiful cat, both in his nature and personality, and in his behaviour. He had four white paws, as if he’d just stepped into some white paint, and he had white markings on his face, and his chest. The rest of him was a light coloured ginger – or marmalade.

I can remember many very funny occasions with Biggles – most of them are written about in stories which are stored in the article archives section of this website. But one of his great passions was catnip. I’m sure that had Biggles been a human being, he would have been a longhaired, red bandana headed, beaded-necklace wearing hippy smoking dope, living in a commune or kibbutz somewhere. 

He was the most affectionate cat I have ever met and would seek me out for cuddles. He’d sit on my lap with his front paws up either side of my neck and he’d gaze into my eyes in a most disconcerting way for ages at times. He most definitely had a sense of humour and was a born giggler, giggling about the absurdities in life – before heading off to the patch of catnip to intoxicate himself so that those very absurdities no longer troubled him. Then he’d giggle because other things would tickle his fancy.

Today, I am writing this in memory of him. He died 8 years ago this very day on 10th May 1997, at the age of 11 and a couple of months. Garfield was absolutely devastated – as was I, and Charlie went into a deep depression. 

For a time there was a huge black void – the kind of void that death creates. But Biggles, being the magnanimous cat that he was would have frowned at such sorrow and slowly life returned to a different kind of normality.

Life was never the same without Biggles’ great sense of fun – but if I know him, then he’s napping on a sunbeam in his own patch of catnip, giggling away at some nonsensical piece of whimsy.

Biggles, Garfield and Charlie - seeing in the New Year

God bless you Biggles. Love Mummy xxx

© Pauline Dewberry

A Cats Prayer

Lead me down all the right paths,
Keep me from fleas, bees, and baths.
Let me in should it storm,
Keep me safe, fed, and warm.


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