Fat Cat

Kieron's cat, Molly is a little on the large side. A fat, heavy ball of black/brown fur, which is very similar in colour to Kieron's hair. When we got her, Kieron wouldn't leave her alone and right from the start, she took over his bunk bed. Kieron was just 9 years old and fully confident in his kitten-rearing abilities. How to raise a cat according to Kieron:
Let her spend most of her time tucked inside your boxers, with her head and front paws poking over the top.
When she gets bored with this, cradle her like a baby.
To keep her amused, spin round with her in your arms...when mum says stop, inform ignorant mother that 'it's ok, she likes it'.
Carry her round on your chest, with front paws on each of your shoulders.
Throw paper for her and train her in the art of returning it to be thrown again (just don't tell her that she's NOT a dog).
Kieron and Molly were practically inseparable. They sat on the shed roof together, they played in the garden, Kieron kept singing 'you are so beautiful' to her from the Bernard Matthews advert.
They still are inseparable: Molly spends a lot of the day lying in Kieron's room or next to his photos in the lounge and at night she lies on the otherwise empty pillow on the side of my bed Kieron preferred.
Since the accident, Molly has lost weight and often seems to wander aimlessly, looking for her buddy. She looks sad too, so I pick her up and spin her round. I cradle her as Kieron did, I put her paws on each of my shoulders. I carry her up to my room at night so that she knows she's allowed on my bed, on Kieron's side.
I frequently wake in the night and see Molly and for just a millisecond, I think it's Kieron's dark tousled hair  on the pillow.

If only..........................