|With Miller in June 2014.|
Recently a tabby cat well known in the West End, especially by students of the University of Glasgow, died. He was a venerable old fellow of eighteen years named Miller. He was well loved by those who walked by. I myself always saw him on Hillhead Street. Apparently he was named the Adam Smith cat, as he was often seen hanging about that building.
During my four year stay in Glasgow, though, I was cheered by many cats in the West End. There was a wee black cat that used to meet me on my way to work early in the morning. He would greet me and follow me part of the way there. As I had left my own feline back in the states, it was very cheering to have these encounters with Scottish cats. So, in honour of Miller, I thought I would dedicate this post to them.
|A wee Scottish Fold!|
|This rare beauty was always a delight to see!|
|This lovely ginger tabby was always hanging about at my church.|
|The exotic one again, seen above.|
|A black cat seen on Great Western Road.|
|This tortoise-shell I only encountered once.|
|This black cat is the one who often met me on my way to work.|
I was grateful to be able to have some nice cat friends in Glasgow. They often cheered my days!