Astral Rumbles
Sad news – the inimitable Spot has moved on. For those that don’t know, Spot was R’s cat, a big old tom who was very affectionate, fuzzy, large and rumbly. I loved Spot – he was a funny old thing, and had a purr like a motor car. He used to have this trick of rearing up on his hind paws and nuzzling your hand which was very cute.
In the last few months Spot has been deteriorating – at nearly 12 he’s getting on a little for a cat, and very recently he’s been quite ill, and lost a lot of conditioning. Spot being Spot, despite whatever he was perfectly rumbly and content as long as mum was around and giving him a scratch on the head. We are understandably upset at his loss – R most of all, however B has decided to be “adult” about it and is offering pragmatic advice to his mother such as “oh well, at least you won’t have to clean out his litter tray any more” 
Farewell Spotty cat – I can still hear you rumbling somewhere in the astral realms, happily stuffing yourself with God’s fishes – and I hope you enjoy having your testicles back
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I keep expecting to see him. I drive into my carpark at my place and I look for him. I walk into the flat and wait to hear his bell jingle, indicating he’s been napping on a bed and has just jumped off. <br /><br />His passing has left a void. <br /><br />I just got the bill for the consultation. bugger.[Reply]