Easter cards

Lots of Easter cards and pressies, I feel spoilt rotten. Hope you all had a good Easter break too.
I'm reading the book a street cat called Bob which has made me quite sad in that Bob reminds me so much of my beloved cat Zak. He really was a character. He would see me off onto the hospice transport and would be there again in the afternoon waiting for my return. When not out doing his business or seeking the need to kill and bring home, he would be sat on my bed or on my lap in the wheelchair. I had Zak before I was diagnosed and he would always great me when I got home from work. He followed me to the park, where upon I had to abandon any plan of shopping in town and head back for home before Zak was savaged by the many dogs out for their exercise. I miss him terribly and still grieve for him now. Don't get me wrong I love Ellie and I feel very sad she can't go out on her own hunting, like Zak did. Zak started with worms. He would catch a worm on a wet night and plonk it on my bed, he soon progressed to mice but his favourite was birds. How can something so sweet be such a merciless killing machine. Poor Ellie has the same instincts but doesn't get to hunt and therefore runs around the house like her tail is on fire.
Zak didn't deserve to be run over he was sensibly cautious about roads but that night he was being chased by another cat.
A right cheerful earful today.