it was over 17 year ago
when we visited Beryl's house:
she worked for the Cat Protection League
and we chose two little abandoned kittens
to take home and love:
Murmur & Momus:
Momus was a ginger tom who sadly died
mysteriously within a few months:
Murmur was the runt of the litter:
a tiny black cat with a lot to say for herself:
she didn't much like other cats:
but she really loved humans:
even tiny ones:
lazing around her favourite past time:
'talking' and purring:
such a vocal puss:
when we moved to a house on a busy road,
she moved to my brothers home:
he and his girlfriend gave her the
run of their place:
they affectionately called her 'Madam Ming'
I would ring him up and I could hear
Murmur in the background,
miaowing and purring
'hey me me I'm over here'
dear dear Murmur:
watching the birds from her throne
and murmuring:
loved by us all and always remembered:
