he died last week, which really bites because he was a brilliant cat. We got him when I was 5 and he used to headbutt you to say hi.
He had the very best face and the very best paws.
I suppose 19 is a fair old age for any kitty, but none the less, I will miss his relentless enthusuasm for saying hi whenever you entered the kitchen.
Tomorrow I may write up an account of our being stranded in Europe, but right now I have an essay to write. Anyone have an opinion on the volatile nature of the relationship between man and bear / wolf ?
xxx
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