L'al Red Fergal

My story started two years ago when I was born in a Cheese Factory. My Mum was not in a position to care for me and my Brothers and Sisters so we were taken to be looked after by Auntie Joyce. I have to say we were well looked after and the food was smashing. When I look back on those first weeks of my life I do so with gratitude and thanks!! If not for Aunty Joyce I would not be where I am today here writing this. So, lets get down to business.

I am not just any two year old Ginger Cat, I am unique! Where I live I am held in the highest esteem and often asked to give talks about my rise to fame. Some days I am so busy I hardly have the time to check my whiskers in the mirror. Only last week I was invited back to the Cheese factory where I was born, as they unwrapped a cheese they had named after me. (Soon to be in your local supermarket). I do think that this has come as a bit of shock for the folks I live with. Up until I arrived they went about their day to day existence in a very mundane fashion. In all fairness to them they have coped with it all very well.

I have made her who opens the tins Secretary of my Fan Club, which is called Little Red Fergal and the Fun Factory and I have made all the other cats I live with members. There are seven other cats who live here and we all get on rather well. Home is a Farmhouse with a several acres of land of which we are allowed to hunt. There is also two small ponds in the Village which I keep well stocked. I put some frozen Haddock and some Fish Fingers in there only last week. Hopefully they will breed soon and we will be able to do a spot of fishing this Summer. The tins of tuna I threw in last year were a failure never been to be seen again.

Last Winter I went to Night Classes to learn typing. You should have seen the look on the Teachers face when I strolled in and sat on the desk. 'We do not sit on desks', she thundered. 'How am I going to reach then', I asked politely. A very nice lady at the desk in front of mine piled some books up on my chair for me and away I went bashing away on the keys. Anyway, as you can see, I did learn to type. Which is a good job really, because she who opens the tins informed me tonight that a reference was needed from me. It would seem that they wish to adopt another cat and Auntie Joyce - quite rightly has asked for a reference - from me. I do believe that the new addition to the family is white with a few blobs on his head, (a name for this newest member to my fan club escapes me at the moment) but I am sure I will think of one!

As you can gather I am an exceptionally talented cat who came from humble beginnings. I think that Auntie Joyce would be the first to agree with me. Auntie Joyce is a real Cat Lady, and loves us cats! She runs a small Local Registered Charity called PETS LIFE LINE in Keswick, Cumbria. She also has a dog and a Husband. If you would like to adopt a Cat from there mention Little Red Fergal. If you are ever passing the Cheese Factory stop at my place of birth. I am trying to get it included in the Tourist Guide alongside Wordsworth's place of Birth. After all he only wrote about daffodils - my talent knows no bounds!