|If any cat of the four in this house were mine, it|
was probably the grey fuzzy. I shall miss him.
He had a good life, and a peaceful end on my lap.
In contrast, spent the rest of the morning seeing a friend get baptised (by full immersion, or as we irreverently call it, 'dunking'), and then clearing up after Steel Lard and writing up the battle reports...
...And we have another cat, who arrived on Friday because life goes on, and just because we lose one doesn't mean there stop being others who need a home and some love.
Suggestions for a name welcome.