Story Of Brambleclaw Part 2 This is the story of my #life through my cats lives it seems sad but these stories are the best fucking English pice I ever will write (first swear may start a counter on these). Anyway less about me more about Brambles, it was his third time let out and it was the first snow and as he tottered out the door after I wished him luck and he fell of the step into two inches of snow (much taller than him at the time) he popped his head out nose covered in snow and looked at me as if he meant to do it which was apparent he hadn't this was the day I realised he was the cat to fill the hole that Wiskey will one day leave when she passes on to ceiling cat in the sky. (well that was back then, now he is a big fat annoying tiger of a beast which has wormed his way straight to the core of the apple of my heart where in a perfect world him and Wiskey play and hunt together and sleep side by side on my lap. I can dream can't I.