I have written several blogs about James May’s cat, Fusker.
The first blog was about our fight – one that became a bloody and noisy conflict that sent me to hospital for stitches and injection, but made me “top cat”.
For all his villainy, Fusker is a rather special cat. When I see him I growl, and off he scampers. He has a memory.
But Fusker has gone missing, and some of us are upset about it.
Being a petrolhead’s cat he loves cars and vans, as well as pretty girls and houses where he can sneak in unobserved.
So where is he? James and Sarah have bill-posted the immediate district, put notices behind car windscreen wipers, and placed circulars in letter boxes – so far (after 5 days) to no avail.
He could be in a house where the owners have not noticed him, then locked up and gone away on holiday or business. He could be in a builder’s van anywhere, or he could have come across a hungry fox – and foxes do live in an abandoned garden next to mine.
In James’s notice there is a fine photograph of the cat and a description of his habits. Omitted, though, is a warning that appearing friendly, he can suddenly scratch and bite.
Has anyone seen him (black with front white paws and white nose and bib)?
Our district is the duller without him.
FUSKER DEAD
We now learn that people close to the main road nearby had found Fusker's body and disposed of it.
So poor Fusker died beneath the wheels of vehicles he loved so much.
If there's a cat heaven, he will be much respected there.
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What a fine and respectful In Memoriam by an understanding enemy.
Aww bless Fusker, it's always sad when an animal dies and none more so than Fusker.
Rest in peace Fusker, you were loved by many you never knew, but we knew of you from your dad and he loved you very much. xx
Oh no! That's really awful news to hear. Poor James and especially poor Fusker. RIP Fusker :(
The question I have is "How did he meet his end?" Was it a silent Prius that crept up on him while he was admiring his reflection in the hub caps of an old Bentley
Fusker was the king of urban outdoor cats - it can be such a dilemma when blessed with such a fearless feline - coddle him indoors or set him free unto his world? No question with Fusker, freedom. Jim, thank you for an insightful eulogy. James, I'm so sorry for your loss of a fine mate!
Amidst the eulogistical hype, Fusker's demise has caused one essential change: this spring birdsong returned to the gardens again - hardly heard for the past 8 years. A possible theory: considering the number of bird steaks consumed by him, he has now reinkarnated as a finch. An extremely suitable transition, in my opinion!
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