I had a tuxedo cat. We called him Hudson after the butler in Upstairs Downstairs. He was a rescue and quite feral. When we moved to the countryside we hardly saw him, he was always out in the fields. Except for one weekend. My husband and I were always together. But one weekend he went away for a couple of days. Hudson didn’t leave my side. Even slept on my pillow. The minute my husband got back he was off across the fields again. It wasn’t because he didn’t like my ex who, of the two of us was the real cat person. He did, however, blot his copybook by being sick thought the night which was the night before my wedding day so I got very little sleep ( he’d had enteritis when we rescued him and was always unhealthy).
I'd love to have a cat.......but there is a problem
Good Morning Thursday 22nd October 2026


