THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A RUBBISH BIN CAT – PART 3

. . .And so began the Sunday evening round up ritual. Sonny had found lots of places to hide. Each time we found him, he went to jail – locked in the back bedroom for the night with food, water and a litter-tray, our ears closed to his mournful yowling, and each Sunday, a new hiding place. I will say one thing for Sonny, he was one determined, inventive and cunning cat.
Sonny never got into our rubbish, but then there never was any food in it. We recycled everything. All food scraps went to either the chickens, the compost or the worm farm. As for the holiday home weekenders, leftover food went into the bin when they left. For Sonny, the takings were plenty and I guess his nose told him which bin to raid.
Sadly, the Rubbish Bin Cat died of heart failure in 2016. He was 16 years old and remembered with affection. And now he is immortalized in my book!

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