The pet I’ll never forget: Harold, the halls of residence cat, who looked after me when I first left home | Cats
In 2022, when I moved into halls of residence at the University of Sheffield, my biggest concern was no longer having a furry friend to come home to, as I’d had a cat since I was 11 years old. Then I met Harold. My first encounter with this gorgeous tabby was quite unusual. One day, in our 10-bed flat, a flurry of messages appeared on the group WhatsApp chat after my fellow roommates caught an intruder on the sofa, innocently munching on my leftover pizza. As in many homes for first year university students, there were plenty of unfinished takeaways lying around the kitchen. And Harold was a smart cat with a clear goal: food. Any time he saw a snack or sensed one from a distance, he would come running. A can of tuna. A block of cheese. The occasional pancake. And I was more than happy to feed him – he probably had a better diet than me. Harold eyes up some food. Photograph: Instagram/harold.theendcliffecat With the area housing more than 4,000 students, …







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