Jason Goodwin tells the sad tale of the cats that walked by themselves, almost up until the end.
The previous occupants of our house, it is said, left in rather a hurry, like characters in a Victorian novel. The cellars and garden, not to mention outhouses and paddocks, were strewn with their possessions, mostly office furniture and horse gear, and makeshift jumps were concealed in the tall grass. It was a while before we moved in, what with the clearing up. John, who…
