Pussed on

The cane chair was where he liked to sit, particularly in his last few years. He could look out of the french windows at the Italianate garden beyond. He liked to look out for Robert, the tame robin who would hop up to the windows.

But he hated cats! He really hated cats. Couldn't bear them near him.

After he died and the house was sold, his cane chair was gratefully received by one of his granddaughters as it would go nicely in her conservatory.

It is perhaps ironic then that Misty loves sleeping on the cane chair, purring contentedly.