We never thought we would be writing a post like this on our blog. But this afternoon our cat Mr. Jospin was found dead in the road. This, I think would not normally be worthy of a post but Mr. Jospin was adored by ourselves and many of our gite visitors, and, it must be said, hated by some. He appears on screensavers and in kids bedrooms all over England. Almost every time someone emails or telephones one of the first questions is, "and how is Mr. Jospin? He was known throughout the village and almost everyone who passed him in the street offered a quite, "Bonjour, Mr. Jospin."
He lived his short life with an intensity and a "joie de vivre,"which was sometimes almost frightening to watch.
I shall always remember the way he dived and burrowed into the snow trying to find invisible snowballs, the way he was trying to rip my hand off at the same time some tweedy cat lady on TV was saying how calming and therapeutic having a cat was, and, conversely, how, in the depths of winter he would glide silently in from outside and with complete trust, push his freezing face into the warmth of the palm of my hand.
Goodbye Jospy, thanks for all the memories.