I met Crumble about 18 months ago in a field when I was walking my two dogs. He was on the other side of a hedge sunbathing and climbed over to meet us.
He followed us home for more than a mile. I did not let him in at first as I thought he probably belonged to someone. That night, however, there were dreadful storms and the next morning he strutted up the field towards my house. He spent the day in the garden with my dogs.
A neighbour told me that he belonged to a woman across the river who was away on holiday. One evening soon after the weather was so bad that I let him in.
The next morning I took him back to where I thought he lived. There was no one there. A week later, he turned up again. I took him back to his “home” once more with a note and left him. I decided that should he appear a third time, I wouldn’t force him to leave.
Meanwhile, I heard that he didn’t belong to the woman who was on holiday. He soon reappeared and has been with us ever since. I made a rock-hard crumble topping when he first came into my life, hence his name.
Crumble is a huge cat with massive paws. He is very affectionate and adores the dogs. As a greeting, he tends to headbutt people, and he often eats me out of house and home.
He is far from being house trained. In recent months, Crumble has befriended the kitten from the farm next door, who has since moved in. I wouldn’t be without either of them.
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