A Street Cat Named Bob

Today’s the day, interring Dad's ashes next to Mum’s under a little oak tree at Harwood Park. When we interred her ashes in 2022 I wondered if the tree, newly planted, would survive, but three years on it seems to have settled in. A sad day, but also not a sad day. The sun shone, in an adjacent field, a skylark up high was singing, and Mum and Dad had nearly 70 married years together.

Before heading out with the casket there was paperwork to sign in the office. Niece J spotted a black cat lounging in a corner and immediately went over to stroke him, He has a lot of different names apparently, and has adopted the crematorium as his own, After coming here daily from wherever his owners live he decided to abandon them completely, and even has his own Facebook page - on social media he is Woody the Crem Cat. Almost as good a subject for a book and film as A Street Cat named Bob (which, who knows, might be one of his several names).