Whilst in the University canteen many years back I struck up a conversation with young lady who was talking about her time living in Australia. Having lived there myself in the 70s I asked how she'd come to be out there. Her father had been on exchange with the RAAF. Funny, so was mine. Her father was the SMO at a certain RAAF base. Funny, so was mine. She'd lived at 98 XXX Street. Funny, so had we. She'd left 1976 and been upset at having to leaving her beloved back and white cat behind. We'd moved in in 1976 and had been delighted to inherit a black and white cat......