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I will now share some Notes on a cat essay I have been working on as most things it’s not just about mister bread (sorry everyone) #CityoflitWriterinResidence

My Father walks into the kitchen and does not take his gumboots off as he has no time. He goes to the sink and gets a glass of water. ‘’Tigger’s dead.’ He says in between gulps of water.  #CityoflitWriterinResidence

We Laugh because this is a joke my Dad is playing on us. Tigger will never die, she is tough and beloved. It is not a joke. Dad explains that he found her body in a bucket of milk that was for the calves to drink.
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It had been left in the dairy in the vat room. Tigger must have found it during the night and drank from it while balancing on the rim of the bucket. The buckets are pretty big and tall. She must have fallen in, drowning in creamy calcium overload.  
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Growing up on a farm meant that death was just another part of the day to day. Pets would come in and out of your life in the space of days, weeks or years. When I was 6 years old. I lived on a pig farm. That was the farm we got Tigger.
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The poor thing had been dropped by its mother in a paddock. My younger siblings and I loved that cat. Other relatives thought Us kids kids were too feral to look after a kitten and they were wrong. Until they were right.
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Before Tiggers unfortunate demise she had been a mother. For a few days we had a perfect ginger kitten called Garfield. It is a tragedy when a cat mum outlives her baby.

My 3 year old sister put the kitten in an esky while our mum was in the shower.
My sister put the lid on and sat on top.

that was how Garfield died. By the time my mum found out it was too late. My mum has only been in the shower a few moments.

For ever after that sister was reminded of her proclivity towards accidental animal slaughter. “Whatever.” We would say. “You murdered Garfield. Ned Flanders voice loud
“You’re a murdidliurderor !”

Back to the here and now. Many years after leaving the farm and building a less death filled life in Melbourne. #CityoflitWriterinResidence

#CityoflitWriterinResidence about getting Mister Bread!