Morning all

Sad news today as Fate passed away last night. Monsieur-le-pussy-cat or The Fluffy White Boy as he was also known has been very ill for some time so this doesn't really come as a great shock but is sad never the less. His heart and kidneys were, to put it politely; fucked and the problem was that treating one was making the other worse. It was a balancing act that was only going to last so long.

I will never forget the look on his face after we shamppoed him once (other cat had ringworm, so the shapooing wasn't purely a masochistic endeavour). A wet long haired cat is a truly pathetic sight. Nor will I forget the belligerence level which on more than one occasion led me to consider having him died Ginger. He was a quiet cat, not prone to fits of madness like some other cats one could mention, although I'm fairly sure he had a secret catnip habit.

He will be missed, mostly by his adopted brother, Mojo, who will now have to find someone else to bully. Me most likely.

That's all for now, back to the grindstone with me

Bomber out