A guest piece from our regular contributor – SW – enjoy
It started in the early days of the Great War, young men would
give their sweethearts, wives or their small children a tiny, tiny
kitten; they were perpetual kittens. In tearful farewells up and
down England, men would take the tiny kittens from out of a small
bag or from under a coat and pass over the tiny kitten to shaking
hands and tear-stained faces. They became known back then as
Auf Wiedersehen pets.
Len Smith lay with his face down in the mud, clouds of lethal
Mustard Gas crept over his body, bullets slapped into mud around
him. And as his life slowly ended he saw coming towards him the
Auf Wiedersehen pet he had given his daughter. The tiny kitten
crept into his almost lifeless hand and it held the smell of his
daughter in its fur that he greedily sucked in. Men from all over
the Western Front reported they had seen these kittens crawling
along towards their fallen comrades. German snipers blinked in
amazement pressing their eyes into their sights in disbelief.
Hundreds and hundreds of kittens, but not a single one was found
later on. Back home the Auf Wiedersehen pets slowly began to die.
No one ever knew why.