What do you love about where you live?
Louis Catorze, Cat Daddy and I live in Brentford TW8. We are just down the road from fancy Chiswick, W4, and just a hop across the river from fancy Kew, TW9, and fancy Richmond, KT2, so you’d be forgiven for thinking we were fancy too. We’re not. TW8 is a little rough around the edges and, when stupid shit happens in our town, people say, “That’s SO Brentford”. But we like it for all those reasons.
And we have a great football team. (No, Americans, AFC Richmond isn’t an actual team.)
Cat Daddy loves going out locally and bumping into people we know. I do, too, although it rather depends on where we are and what we’re doing. If we’re in the pub, fine. If I have unwashed hair and odd socks and I’m shuffling to the supermarket to pick up some paracetamol for my hangover, not so much.
After the shock of losing Luther, a supposedly street-smart cat, on the road when we lived in W13, upon moving to TW8 my only concern was for Catorze to be safe. And how lucky we were that Cat Daddy found us the perfect house.
We have a park at The Front, a playing field at The Back and very little traffic so, when Catorze is gone for the entire day, we don’t worry about what might have happened to him; after a few false alarms, we have learned to trust him to look after himself. We know how lucky we are not to have to worry about cars, coyotes, birds of prey, snakes, poisonous plants, marauding youths or nasty neighbourhood bully cats (well, there is one, and Catorze is it).
After being passed many times from foster home to foster home, Catorze spent a year with us at our previous place before we moved here. This was the first time in his life that he actually moved with his humans, and I like to think that, on some level, this registered with him.
We know that the little sod is happy here. I hope that you can tell this, too.
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