It was the wrong time of year. We searched everywhere and were unable to find any kittens. We followed every avenue and lead that we could to no avail. We were too naive then to think of getting an older cat, and as we were going to be keeping the cat in our flat, thought that a kitten would adapt more easily.

Finally we decided to visit our old landlady from whom we used to rent. She had a cat that always seemed to be having kittens and to our amazement, we were lucky to hear that there was just one kitten left from the last litter.

Our old landlady took us out to her garage, opened the door and from out underneath this huge garage came a tiny black and white kitten who was obviously desperate for company, meowling for attention. This was our first meeting with Abigail and she came straight home to live with us in the flat in Balham, South London.

She lived to the ripe old age of 18 1/2.  Sadly in her later years she developed hyperthyrodism and although medication worked for about two years, it became obvious that she was going downhill fast. In an effort to make her last few months more comfortable, we had her teeth cleaned and for a few days she seemed to be getting better. But I knew when I collected her from the vet that things weren't right because she didn't seem to know who I was. After days of hope and agonising over the right thing to do, she was put to sleep in my arms on 4th May 2002. Another dear, sweet friend gone forever. She had been with me for almost half of my life and I miss her so much.

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