Saint Turmeric.

We have six cats. Just like people they are all different. Their names are:-

Nanny, the oldest and the boss, she is not allowed now outside, yes, she has escaped many, many times, but I think now she is resigned to it.    

Hotel, also known as Fat Bloke, the name given him and used by Paul. He is the only violent cat that we have, he will try and rip your eyes out in a heartbeat!

Jonathan, (Hotel and Jonathan hate each other, forever!) Jonathan likes to stare at Hotel, just to upset him. Jonathan even stares at Hotel when Hotel is asleep! If I had to get rid of one cat, it would be Jonathan, because he makes hotel’s life a misery.  Jonathan is named after a real person, he we all agree, is SO clever he almost seems human. Jonathan, you can not pick him up and put him on your lap, as he Will come straight back off again, but if you are seated and he comes and sits on your lap, then You are the chosen One! Jonathan is the only cat, that is allergic to fleas, so he is treated often. He only has to hear the box open, and he’s off! All cats have a treat from me, each morning, this is placed on top of their cat food, only Jonathan will notice that there is no treat, if I don’t have anything. He will look at the others dishes near him, to see if they have a treat, and he will look at me, as if to say, “No treat?” And “Where is our treat today?” The others, will just eat.         

Clarence, he has down syndrome, he has no Fear! If a cat is asleep, he will go and sit on them, so that they will move, he also does not like to be on his own, he likes to sleep next to another cat or us. He is a big cat; all the boy cats are big. He is Darius’s my grandson’s favourite cat. As soon as he sees Clarence, he picks him up, like he is a teddy bear and puts him on his lap.

Mini G, G is short for Gray. She is my favourite cat. She is not very big; she is very sweet and beautiful. She often comes and sits on my lap. When I fall asleep on the sofa, when I wake up, she is asleep on my lap.   

And last, but not least is Turmeric.

All the Cats love Paul, and Paul love all the Cats, even Hotel.

Turmeric, is Meghan’s favourite cat.

Turmeric is like the perfect cat. He has a beautiful face, he has never gone on the kitchen table, he has never used the cat litters, he never tries to steal other cats’ food, he waits until the cats near to him is finished eating, and have walked away from their dishes and only then will he go over to their dish.

He would never attack anyone nor any cat. He has the kindest face and eyes. He has a sweet gentle spirit. Meghan told me, “I never want him to die.” I said, “Everything dies eventually.”

Was looking at Turmeric this morning and thought, if I could, I would make him a Saint. He is SO perfect.

In my eyes, he is now Saint Turmeric. x