The Cat Pancake

“We’re not keeping the cat!” but that fell on deaf ears as mum and I fed this stray kitten and she made herself at home pretty quickly. I named her Batman without realising her gender and we soon realised Batman didn’t like anyone in the house but only Dad. As soon as Dad’s car pulled up the drive way Batman came running down street into our house to sit herself on Dad’s lap. Once Mum and Dad went away for two weeks and left Harry and I to look after the house and pets. Batman ran away, we didn’t see her at all for the two weeks. But once Dad came home, Batman once again wandered into house but this time with a new cat collar.

Often Dad would use the excuse; he couldn’t do anything because the cat was in his lap - “Can you make me a cup of tea Sally? I can’t because I have this cat on me”.

The two become inseparable and Dad only got her the fancy expensive cat food.

Batman lived a very long lavish life thanks to Dad, from stray to queen of the house. She passed away when she was accidentally was run over. Dad then changed her name to Pancake.

Dad’s motorbike with Batman/Pancake on the seat - Dad was getting ready for Motorbike trip with some friends when Batman/Pancake decided to delay this by making it her motorbike.