In loving memory of my cat Boycott, who died on 9th June 1985 in Stepney in the East End of London, England aged eight years old.
Boycott was found abandoned in a driveway in a large beer can together with another kitten in Battersea, West London and both were rescued and taken home by a work friend of my Mum's Dennis James, who gave her Boycott when she told him how much we would like to take him and give him a home with us. Dennis himself kept the other kitten, naming him "Tarmac" in keeping with where the two little cats were found.
Even though he was still probably too young to be taken from his mother, from the very first day Boycott came to stay with us he made himself totally at home and settled in immediately. We initially named him "Katie" as when having him checked over by the vet we were told "he was actually a she" - when it became apparent that this was not actually the way things were, I renamed him "Boycott" after my all time favourite England cricketer Geoffrey Boycott and there was never a day thereafter in all the time we had him that he did not bring fun, laughter and enjoyment into our lives with his hilarious antics, gentle nature and loving personality.
Boycott was highly intelligent indeed and worked out a way that he could lay on his side and pull open the refrigerator with his paws and help himself to the tasty treats therein, also he would jump up and hang on the door handles within the house to open these for himself if he wanted to go out of the room to another part of the house, something that never failed to amaze me whenever I saw him do it.
I have many wonderful memories of him and also remember a day when he really "blotted his copybook" as well, catching a rat outside and bringing it into the house, dropping it and letting escape behind the kitchen sink. It makes me smile now but I can remember being none too pleased at the time and it is fair to say that my Mum certainly wasn't!!! It was always hard to get too mad with him however and normality was restored when the rat was found dead on the carpet a few days later.
Back then, we had two other cats in the house at the time as well, his inseparable friend being Bairstow (also named after another favourite cricketer) and wherever they were they were together - in or outside the house. Baz being an older female cat simply tolerated the two boys and the more rowdy element they brought into her life. Boycott was such a warm natured cat and there was nothing he liked more than to jump up on your lap and lay full stretch across your chest with both front paws up across your shoulders, purring away, loving every minute of the warmth and affection he was giving and being shown.
Everybody loved Boycott and words cannot express the sadness I felt and continue to feel to this day, when coming home on the evening of 9th June 1985 after visiting a friend, I found him in the road having been run over and killed by an unknown motorist. Whilst he liked to go out in the garden and surrounding immediate areas, the road was a fair distance from our house and it was not usual for him to go close to it.
He is buried in the garden of the house in Stepney that my family lived in from 1914 till 1996 and even all these years later, I think of him often and still miss him. If the Rainbow Bridge does exist on the other side, I know we will be re-united again one day for sure.
Rest in peace Boyckie, my unique and faithful friend, my love for you will never die and you are here in my heart always.
Boycott was found abandoned in a driveway in a large beer can together with another kitten in Battersea, West London and both were rescued and taken home by a work friend of my Mum's Dennis James, who gave her Boycott when she told him how much we would like to take him and give him a home with us. Dennis himself kept the other kitten, naming him "Tarmac" in keeping with where the two little cats were found.
Even though he was still probably too young to be taken from his mother, from the very first day Boycott came to stay with us he made himself totally at home and settled in immediately. We initially named him "Katie" as when having him checked over by the vet we were told "he was actually a she" - when it became apparent that this was not actually the way things were, I renamed him "Boycott" after my all time favourite England cricketer Geoffrey Boycott and there was never a day thereafter in all the time we had him that he did not bring fun, laughter and enjoyment into our lives with his hilarious antics, gentle nature and loving personality.
Boycott was highly intelligent indeed and worked out a way that he could lay on his side and pull open the refrigerator with his paws and help himself to the tasty treats therein, also he would jump up and hang on the door handles within the house to open these for himself if he wanted to go out of the room to another part of the house, something that never failed to amaze me whenever I saw him do it.
I have many wonderful memories of him and also remember a day when he really "blotted his copybook" as well, catching a rat outside and bringing it into the house, dropping it and letting escape behind the kitchen sink. It makes me smile now but I can remember being none too pleased at the time and it is fair to say that my Mum certainly wasn't!!! It was always hard to get too mad with him however and normality was restored when the rat was found dead on the carpet a few days later.
Back then, we had two other cats in the house at the time as well, his inseparable friend being Bairstow (also named after another favourite cricketer) and wherever they were they were together - in or outside the house. Baz being an older female cat simply tolerated the two boys and the more rowdy element they brought into her life. Boycott was such a warm natured cat and there was nothing he liked more than to jump up on your lap and lay full stretch across your chest with both front paws up across your shoulders, purring away, loving every minute of the warmth and affection he was giving and being shown.
Everybody loved Boycott and words cannot express the sadness I felt and continue to feel to this day, when coming home on the evening of 9th June 1985 after visiting a friend, I found him in the road having been run over and killed by an unknown motorist. Whilst he liked to go out in the garden and surrounding immediate areas, the road was a fair distance from our house and it was not usual for him to go close to it.
He is buried in the garden of the house in Stepney that my family lived in from 1914 till 1996 and even all these years later, I think of him often and still miss him. If the Rainbow Bridge does exist on the other side, I know we will be re-united again one day for sure.
Rest in peace Boyckie, my unique and faithful friend, my love for you will never die and you are here in my heart always.
In loving memory of my cat Boycott, who died on 9th June 1985 in Stepney in the East End of London, England aged eight years old.
Boycott was found abandoned in a driveway in a large beer can together with another kitten in Battersea, West London and both were rescued and taken home by a work friend of my Mum's Dennis James, who gave her Boycott when she told him how much we would like to take him and give him a home with us. Dennis himself kept the other kitten, naming him "Tarmac" in keeping with where the two little cats were found.
Even though he was still probably too young to be taken from his mother, from the very first day Boycott came to stay with us he made himself totally at home and settled in immediately. We initially named him "Katie" as when having him checked over by the vet we were told "he was actually a she" - when it became apparent that this was not actually the way things were, I renamed him "Boycott" after my all time favourite England cricketer Geoffrey Boycott and there was never a day thereafter in all the time we had him that he did not bring fun, laughter and enjoyment into our lives with his hilarious antics, gentle nature and loving personality.
Boycott was highly intelligent indeed and worked out a way that he could lay on his side and pull open the refrigerator with his paws and help himself to the tasty treats therein, also he would jump up and hang on the door handles within the house to open these for himself if he wanted to go out of the room to another part of the house, something that never failed to amaze me whenever I saw him do it.
I have many wonderful memories of him and also remember a day when he really "blotted his copybook" as well, catching a rat outside and bringing it into the house, dropping it and letting escape behind the kitchen sink. It makes me smile now but I can remember being none too pleased at the time and it is fair to say that my Mum certainly wasn't!!! It was always hard to get too mad with him however and normality was restored when the rat was found dead on the carpet a few days later.
Back then, we had two other cats in the house at the time as well, his inseparable friend being Bairstow (also named after another favourite cricketer) and wherever they were they were together - in or outside the house. Baz being an older female cat simply tolerated the two boys and the more rowdy element they brought into her life. Boycott was such a warm natured cat and there was nothing he liked more than to jump up on your lap and lay full stretch across your chest with both front paws up across your shoulders, purring away, loving every minute of the warmth and affection he was giving and being shown.
Everybody loved Boycott and words cannot express the sadness I felt and continue to feel to this day, when coming home on the evening of 9th June 1985 after visiting a friend, I found him in the road having been run over and killed by an unknown motorist. Whilst he liked to go out in the garden and surrounding immediate areas, the road was a fair distance from our house and it was not usual for him to go close to it.
He is buried in the garden of the house in Stepney that my family lived in from 1914 till 1996 and even all these years later, I think of him often and still miss him. If the Rainbow Bridge does exist on the other side, I know we will be re-united again one day for sure.
Rest in peace Boyckie, my unique and faithful friend, my love for you will never die and you are here in my heart always.
Boycott was found abandoned in a driveway in a large beer can together with another kitten in Battersea, West London and both were rescued and taken home by a work friend of my Mum's Dennis James, who gave her Boycott when she told him how much we would like to take him and give him a home with us. Dennis himself kept the other kitten, naming him "Tarmac" in keeping with where the two little cats were found.
Even though he was still probably too young to be taken from his mother, from the very first day Boycott came to stay with us he made himself totally at home and settled in immediately. We initially named him "Katie" as when having him checked over by the vet we were told "he was actually a she" - when it became apparent that this was not actually the way things were, I renamed him "Boycott" after my all time favourite England cricketer Geoffrey Boycott and there was never a day thereafter in all the time we had him that he did not bring fun, laughter and enjoyment into our lives with his hilarious antics, gentle nature and loving personality.
Boycott was highly intelligent indeed and worked out a way that he could lay on his side and pull open the refrigerator with his paws and help himself to the tasty treats therein, also he would jump up and hang on the door handles within the house to open these for himself if he wanted to go out of the room to another part of the house, something that never failed to amaze me whenever I saw him do it.
I have many wonderful memories of him and also remember a day when he really "blotted his copybook" as well, catching a rat outside and bringing it into the house, dropping it and letting escape behind the kitchen sink. It makes me smile now but I can remember being none too pleased at the time and it is fair to say that my Mum certainly wasn't!!! It was always hard to get too mad with him however and normality was restored when the rat was found dead on the carpet a few days later.
Back then, we had two other cats in the house at the time as well, his inseparable friend being Bairstow (also named after another favourite cricketer) and wherever they were they were together - in or outside the house. Baz being an older female cat simply tolerated the two boys and the more rowdy element they brought into her life. Boycott was such a warm natured cat and there was nothing he liked more than to jump up on your lap and lay full stretch across your chest with both front paws up across your shoulders, purring away, loving every minute of the warmth and affection he was giving and being shown.
Everybody loved Boycott and words cannot express the sadness I felt and continue to feel to this day, when coming home on the evening of 9th June 1985 after visiting a friend, I found him in the road having been run over and killed by an unknown motorist. Whilst he liked to go out in the garden and surrounding immediate areas, the road was a fair distance from our house and it was not usual for him to go close to it.
He is buried in the garden of the house in Stepney that my family lived in from 1914 till 1996 and even all these years later, I think of him often and still miss him. If the Rainbow Bridge does exist on the other side, I know we will be re-united again one day for sure.
Rest in peace Boyckie, my unique and faithful friend, my love for you will never die and you are here in my heart always.
