Frosty was a rescue cat. We think he was a Turkish Angora. He was brilliant white with blue eyes and was deaf, as many white cats are. He arrived by chance in December 2019 when he was already 9 1/2 years old. As much as my wife likes cats and other animals she is a born worrier so it always seemed that another cat was out of the question after our last one passed away in 2001. Being deaf was what made it possible because he was a house cat and would not go out meaning he would be safe. Apart from an odd 10 days of suddenly hiding and only coming out for food he settled in fairly well and then in March 2020 Covid came along and we spent a few weeks at home with various bags and boxes from the office where we work and Frosty loved it, a veritable adventure playground with loads of new places to sleep. He truly became 'our' cat from then on gradually turning in to a lap cat as well, naturally favouring my wife.
We then found he would venture in to the garden, initially on a lead, then under our watchful eye and ultimately left to his own devices. Generally a brief soiree and then he would hurtle in . He hardly ever ventured from our garden, being a real home cat and we loved his ways.
Sadly Frosty started to display some health problems a couple of years ago and although he rallied with the aid of treatment from the vet the problems began to have a more obvious effect and today, after a few poor days for him, we had to make the extremely sad decision to call time. Almost 5 years has gone too quickly and the house seems quiet and empty this evening but we gave him the best we could and console ourselves that he was very happy in that time. Frosty you will be missed big time.
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