Scamp

Scamp came to me when I returned to my parents' home after Uni to start teaching. He was a lovely good-natured cat, his only shortcoming being that he drooled massively when he was happy. He didn't get as much lap-time as he or we would have liked.

When I married, Scamp stayed with my parents and later moved with them when they retired. At that point , their neighbour was an artist who became very fond of Scamp. She made these two imaginative items for Mum and Dad. one is a painted pebble and the other a covered matchbox. Most of the matches survive after 30 years!