So I'm onto my sixth cat because the other ones have met their fate.

• Salty (1990-1998) was mauled to death by a dog called Harry.
• Spicey (1990-2002) ran away from home when her brother died and lived out the rest of her days at our neighbour's fireplace.
• Frisbee (1998-1999) got crushed by a falling pile of wood, her leg got caught and she hit her head of the concrete floor. I found her when I went out to feed her and Furby that morning.
• Furby (1998-2001) outlived his sister but eventually got run over by a lorry.
• Sparky (2001-2005) fell out of a tree, I mean really, you're a cat! (Edit in 2014: I now know that it was actually my elderly neighbours who killed her when she climbed into their car engine. The lie was so my neighbours don't have to feel bad)
• Spangle (2001-2010) got sick and then we couldn't find her to take her to the vet. She was found during the winter lying at the bottom of a pile of straw bales.
• Jerry (2010-2013) got bitten by a rat (we think) and got an infected face but was too wild for us to catch him and help him. His body was found in a field.
• Ben (2010-present)