Johnny was my first love. Sweetest cat ever. He got cat flu once and nearly died. While he was ill I used to carry him around the house on my shoulders and when he got better he decided he liked it. One night I came home and wept ( I was 22) and he joined in. Another time he was sitting looking out the window feeling glum. His neck disappeared when he was depressed. My sister pulled his tail and he turned round and made a noise that sounded exactly like “stop it”. Freaked her out. A thousand other Johnny stories. I don't think he knew he was a cat. Was a BIG DEEP LOVE we shared.
Me and Johnny
by Carole Gledhill September. 02, 2008 3971 views
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