Kipper, a gorgeous silver shorthair cat has gone from this world at just 5 years old, he will be forever missed.
Kipper, or KP for short, joined our family when my mum met her partner, Clive. Clive brought with him his beloved two year old cat, Kipper. He immediately became one of the clan, which includes 4 Bernese Mountain dogs and two other cats, Mia and Panther. Mya and KP hit it off immediately and would spend hours rolling aroud on the floor together. Panther and KP took a while to bond, but eventually they warmed to each other and KP even let Panther join him on his favourite chair.
KP had a really strong character, with a hint of attitude. If he wanted to be fed, he was going to get fed! First he'd try the affection. He would sit on your lap and purr, if that didnt work he'd edge closer, lean right into your face and lick your nose. You would often wake up with a fright! If you pushed him to the side he'd have a back up plan. Plain annoying. With a swish of his tail he would puposefully knock something over. Whether it be a tin of firelighters (what a racket) or your favourite ornament. Then he would sit there and glare at you until you got up... It worked and he knew it! He was a little devil!
So when I went home last Friday evening I was shocked to find he had been missing since Tuesday, 4 days. It was not uncommon for KP to wander, but he would eventually return after a day or two spent in a neighbours house! This was longer than usual though, and we had begun to worry. My mum and Clive had searched the village, knocked on doors and left notices, but still no news. So I decided to go on the search.
Early Saturday morning I walked around the village, calling for KP but to no avail. Then a horrible thought hit me. The road. I walked up and down one side with no signs so I crossed over and repeated. Then I felt the blood drain from me as I saw something, and I realised it was directly opposite the house. I rushed home and pulled Clive out, surely it had to be a badger... it couldn't be our Kipper. But Clive knew immediately and found his collar. It was his boy. Our Kipper. We were heartbroken.
We quickly took him to Raystede, a pet crematorium so Kipper could go on his way peacefully. Clive is planning to place a plaque there in his name.
Kipper will always be cherished, and it was so tragic for a cat of just 5 years old to be taken from us.
We love you Kipper, and you will always be missed.
Kipper, or KP for short, joined our family when my mum met her partner, Clive. Clive brought with him his beloved two year old cat, Kipper. He immediately became one of the clan, which includes 4 Bernese Mountain dogs and two other cats, Mia and Panther. Mya and KP hit it off immediately and would spend hours rolling aroud on the floor together. Panther and KP took a while to bond, but eventually they warmed to each other and KP even let Panther join him on his favourite chair.
KP had a really strong character, with a hint of attitude. If he wanted to be fed, he was going to get fed! First he'd try the affection. He would sit on your lap and purr, if that didnt work he'd edge closer, lean right into your face and lick your nose. You would often wake up with a fright! If you pushed him to the side he'd have a back up plan. Plain annoying. With a swish of his tail he would puposefully knock something over. Whether it be a tin of firelighters (what a racket) or your favourite ornament. Then he would sit there and glare at you until you got up... It worked and he knew it! He was a little devil!
Kipper peeking out from the top of the wardrobe
So when I went home last Friday evening I was shocked to find he had been missing since Tuesday, 4 days. It was not uncommon for KP to wander, but he would eventually return after a day or two spent in a neighbours house! This was longer than usual though, and we had begun to worry. My mum and Clive had searched the village, knocked on doors and left notices, but still no news. So I decided to go on the search.
Early Saturday morning I walked around the village, calling for KP but to no avail. Then a horrible thought hit me. The road. I walked up and down one side with no signs so I crossed over and repeated. Then I felt the blood drain from me as I saw something, and I realised it was directly opposite the house. I rushed home and pulled Clive out, surely it had to be a badger... it couldn't be our Kipper. But Clive knew immediately and found his collar. It was his boy. Our Kipper. We were heartbroken.
We quickly took him to Raystede, a pet crematorium so Kipper could go on his way peacefully. Clive is planning to place a plaque there in his name.
Kipper will always be cherished, and it was so tragic for a cat of just 5 years old to be taken from us.
We love you Kipper, and you will always be missed.
Kipper in his favourite chair
