It’s my sad duty to announce that my mum’s cat and my secret admirer, Baby, passed away last Monday (23rd November). He was about ten years old and, despite the sadness of his last few weeks, he was a wonderful cat.
Yeah, he did have an unfortunate name, but he also had brilliant hunting skills, a really annoying meow, penchant for dribbling when he was excited, and liked to demand a lot of attention. He also had three little dogs whipped right into shape.
Above is my favourite photo of him. It’s old, but it shows perfectly what a handsome, whiskered gentleman he was.
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