Ha ha. Reminds me of my old tabby Baldrick. He was the neighbourhood bruiser, a big old lump with chunks out of his ears, always coming home with a bloody nose. He was something else, he'd sit on my mate's laps for ages but if they tried to get him off he'd bite them. He'd never do that to me though. We were pretty much inseparable.
Back in the early nineties me and a couple of friends took a trip to the US and we were gone for a month. I left Baldrick at home and another mate moved in to look after him while we were gone. When I got picked up at the airport when we got back I could tell straight away something was wrong.
My friend told me that the day I left, Baldrick had fukced off and hadn't been seen since. My mates had searched all over the place, and put notices up in the local shops and pubs asking anyone who saw him to let them know, but they'd heard nothing. That was one long car journey home from the airport, I was jet lagged and never been so gutted in all my life. We got home and I opened the front door, and there was Baldrick looking straight at me. I could tell from my mate's faces that they hadn't been winding me up, it was as if he knew I was coming home.
I lost him a couple of years later when he developed a massive tumour on his liver, and even though that was twenty-odd years ago I still think about him. Give Ted my best wishes and here's to a speedy recovery. If he's anything like Baldrick, he'll get his own back!
