Comments on: Schrodinger’s First Year In Spitalfields

By: Margaret Mcdermott

Margaret Mcdermott — Sat, 15 Jun 2019 10:12:57 +0000

My brother died very suddenly in January.Although we shared the house and his cat was used to me, he still has not got over my brothers death. A cat lover all my life I did not know a cat could experience grief in this way.

By: Bethany Osborne

Bethany Osborne — Tue, 07 May 2019 13:06:30 +0000

Happy for you both!

By: Jeannette

Jeannette — Wed, 01 May 2019 06:02:20 +0000

so happy both of you are enjoying each other.

By: Bailey Jones

Bailey Jones — Fri, 26 Apr 2019 12:17:10 +0000

Wishing you many more anniversaries.

By: mlaiuppa

mlaiuppa — Wed, 24 Apr 2019 04:57:08 +0000

How lovely to read that he eagerly awaits your return and rejoiced upon seeing you approach.

A most agreeable cat. He has no idea how lucky he is. But, being a cat, I assume he simply expects to be treated like a god. Or at the very least, royalty.

By: Lucy

Lucy — Tue, 23 Apr 2019 22:02:21 +0000

I go along with almost all the GA tells us, but I do not believe that Schrodinger is entirely unaware of his predecessor ! Or, even if he is, we have no way of knowing.

By: Jane lewis

Jane lewis — Tue, 23 Apr 2019 21:00:45 +0000

So lovely to hear about your year with Schrodinger, he sounds a wonderful companion for you and I am very happy for you both.

By: Ros

Ros — Tue, 23 Apr 2019 20:11:17 +0000

Schrodinger has gravitas, no question. I think he will write you a very good reference if you ever need one.

By: Anne Scott

Anne Scott — Tue, 23 Apr 2019 15:45:53 +0000

What a handsome guy, with impressively shiny fur…

By: Lynne Perrella

Lynne Perrella — Tue, 23 Apr 2019 14:14:05 +0000

Our wonderful ginger cat, Spiff, died after 19 years. He was, without a doubt, a most unique cat – exceptional in every way. After a period of time, my husband John called up our Vet, inquiring “are there any orange kittens around?”. — “No, but we have three black kittens here.
Brothers. Want to take a look, John?”. Off he went. As he tells the story, he approached the enclosure and saw three irrepressible black kittens, stretching their necks and looking up/up/up.
How to decide? How to choose? Then……the little scrawny one in the back pulled off a great maneuver. As John says: (he’ll tell anyone who will listen…..) “He smiled at me.”
The little kitten, immediately given the name of Satchmo, is now the size of an area rug. He is magnificent in every way. A born performer. Kindred, simpatico, and psychic.

Thanks so much for letting us know how you and Shrodinger are getting on. Clearly, a match
made in heaven.