He was Boz -
Picked me out from the people who looked at the SPCA, for a new pet to charm and inspire them one cold Winter's day He was sitting in the cat compound with a superior expression as if to say, why am I here? you know I'm too good for this place, so you should take me home. He was a cream fluffy Persian with apricot tints a majestical vision among the moggy riff-raff not seeing, not mingling, not mixing for fear that such lowlings might tarnish his image He might have been nervous and wasn't sure about my small house when we arrived I wondered if was used to better but he carefully inspected everything then sat down with a sniff and said "this will do". He loved to play and had a superb sense of humour quite a natural clown in fact entertaining me as he slid right across my shiny table and falling with a plop on the floor. He had a good appetite and would eat very well but as time went by I learned that this boy was a very fussy eater and only the finest delicacies would do. He chased the neighbour's dog when it poked it's nosey nose right in our door it must have been an unforgettable lesson as the young Doberman sprang away at a fast gallop with a cream vision of fluff chasing behind. He was extremely flexible wherever I went, he went and seemed happy we moved house several times and for each move he would check out the new place and then flop down as if to say ' so this is where we live now?' He was a terrible hunter in his entire lifetime he only caught 2 birds brought both into the house and chased them around the lounge until they fell exhausted and dead on the carpet He couldn’t climb trees either he'd jump up the trunk about 4 feet then his instincts and strength would desert him and he'd fall back down landing heavily and looking surprised. He loved travelling in the car would sit and talk loudly to start with then settle down and enjoy the ride and before long he was a snoring passenger until we reached our destination where he'd get out of the car with a yawn and a stretch. He loved Sam Sam was Bozzie's best mate a big black labrador with a lolloping gait they'd sit at the front door telling stories and scaring off intruders until the sun went down. We knew he got up to mischief when we left him at home for several hours at a time we think he called in his mates and they'd smoke, drink and gamble, then run back home when they heard our car leaving the house looking as if no-one had been there He was a bit of a bully when other cats came around he'd chase and terrorise them then escort them off the property at a fast clip and they never showed their furry faces at our place again. As he got older he became smaller he lost weight and his fur thinned and no longer had the stature of the boy he was when he used to throw his weight around but he still let you know who was boss when it counted. He was Boz A lovely cream fluffy Persian with apricot tints 21 human years old, at the end - that's 147 in cat he had a great life and fabulous adventures for a cat who came from the SPCA with a superior look on his face © Julie Vause - All Rights Reserved |