He could seem judgmental, even moody. But the whole neighbourhood mourned when this remarkable moggy went to meet his maker
When my cat Eric passed away from stomach cancer in 2001, I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready to have a pet again. But a few months later I was given another cat, Karl, by an old friend from Camberwell College of Arts in south London, who was moving back to Germany. I had known Karl when I was a student there, where he had been mates with Eric. Karl, an unassuming brown tabby with a judgmental glare, took me back to living in student halls in the 90s.
Karl was perhaps the most average-looking tabby in south London, but on my quiet street he became a legend of sorts. He accompanied my children and me on school runs. He would walk ahead with his belly swinging and take us to the top of the road. There he would wait until I dropped off the children and escort me back home.
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He could seem judgmental, even moody. But the whole neighbourhood mourned when this remarkable moggy went to meet his makerWhen my cat Eric passed away from stomach cancer in 2001, I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready...
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