Cats and Dogs
As a small boy, I lived on a farm outside Melbourne and it wasn’t long before the authors had to sell up and move to the city, and my beloved cat, Tabby, came with us, but she was livid when she disappeared.
Abstract
As a small boy, I lived on a farm outside Melbourne. Unfortunately, my father was not a very successful farmer and it wasn’t long before we had to sell up and move to the city. My beloved cat, Tabby, came with us. None of us had wanted to leave the farm. My father never quite got over his sense of failure at losing it. But we learned to adjust, because we had to. Not so Tabby. She was livid. And, after a week, she disappeared. The food put out for her hopefully each evening remained untouched. Even today, plates of abandoned food strike me as terribly poignant.