Identity Crisis
My brother-in-law's cat is a sleek, black thing. Aside from the absence of a white patch at the base of the neck, and bearing in mind that it's also about three pounds lighter, the resemblance to our recently deceased moggy is noticeable, if not exactly striking.
It was therefore both amusing and bittersweet when Joshua, having arrived in High Wycombe with his mother and brother yesterday morning, waddled straight up to Pushka and said "It's Woody!", and then, bending down to get a closer look, added "Hello, Woody!".
Emily said "No, it's Pushka..." and I think that was about the end of it. But what worries me a little is that - as she pointed out when she was regaling me with the story over the phone - we'd told Joshua that Woody had died and gone to live with Jesus. And Uncle Matt has a beard.
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