334/366: bartholomew in a box

I’ve always been amused at how cats like enclosed spaces, as you may have noticed by some of the photos I have posted on this blog. Bartholomew, or Barthy as we called our ginger boy, was another cat who loved to find cosy places in which to curl up and look adorable.

It was the beginning of 1999, Barthy was almost 14 years old, and little did we suspect it would be our last year with him; a fitting reminder to treasure our loved ones always, because you never know what’s around the corner.

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