Marmalade was an adventurer; he travelled wide and far. It never crossed his mind he'd be run over by a car. He's buried in the garden. His final resting bed is near his favourite spot - just by the garden shed. They say a cat has nine lives but we can't tell them apart. It's only when the last one's gone that it breaks your bleeding heart. I will miss you Marmalade, more than I dare to show. But when I come to the garden shed, just you and I will know. All my love, Herb
In 2016 Hello I’m Marmalade introduced our cat Marmalade to the world. He’s appeared on a number of my websites; sometimes with, but often without, his brother Bramble. But today I’m adding a few more of my favourite photos since we won’t be able to take any more.
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