Blackie the pub cat: Gone, never forgotten
By Gina Spadafori
August 31, 2007
Sighing in resignation, I tripped across a piece from England, about the passing of a pub cat by the name of Blackie:
Eighteen year-old Blackie patrolled the Nags Head, Orford Road, Walthamstow, scratching the ankles of kitchen staff and ensuring he was cuddled by customers.
The pub’s joint-owner, Flossie Parsons, said: “He was a bit of a rags to riches story. He was an adopted cat and at first he was like an East End gangster because he would throw his weight around.
“He had a wonderful personality and many of our customers came in to see him specially. He used to take part in our wine tasting events and liked a nice Merlot but hated Rioja.”
It’s a wonderful little story. Here’s the rest. Godspeed, good Blackie.
It’s a sad yet uplifting story! What a wonderful life he had! All animals should be so fortunate. Animal cruelty is so rampant that it’s great to read a positive story about our furry friends.
Comment by Carol — August 31, 2007 @ 8:21 am
Here’s another uplifting story:
http://www.cbs46.com/news/14023650/detail.html
The guy heard a kitten crying in previously poured concrete and drilled him out. He’s keeping him and naming him “Stone”.
Comment by The OTHER Pat — September 1, 2007 @ 11:27 am