Our cemetery cat

Every cemetery should have a cat – and we used to have one.

We never knew where he lived, only that it was somewhere local – maybe Kent Road or Clifton Street or perhaps Radnor Street itself. Most days he would be in the cemetery, prowling through the long grass on his deathly, daily business; stalking the wildlife. He barely acknowledged us and we never approached him – he wasn’t that kind of cat. He had a distinctive face and we had a nickname for him – too controversial to reveal here.

And then one day I saw his photograph on a local vet’s Facebook page, like a fugitive on a wanted poster – Found in Radnor Street Cemetery – some well meaning animal lover had captured him and deposited him at the vet’s.

We wondered if he would ever find his way back home, and more importantly, back to the cemetery.

Every cemetery should have a cat. We had one once. He looked a bit like this – only more menacing.