This is a tribute to an old family friend, I'm very sad to write this post and I don't want to be too morbid about this but my old friend "Fatcat" died yesterday. My son Simon brought him home many years ago while he was still at school and we have never been really sure about how old he was but it must have been very close to eighteen which is a ripe old age for a cat.
He was a wonderful cat with a lovely way about him, he was so well fed that he never bothered about chasing birds. He had no problem with coming to get his own food if we were cooking something that he liked.
He particularly liked to eat mussels and I would often bring a few home for the two of us to share, he would have absolutely no compunction about stealing those!
He was definitely attached to me and would spend a lot of time close by, either on my lap in front of the tv or next to me while I was on the computer.
We also had a couple of games that he would enjoy playing, especially in the evening when I got home from work.
He deteriorated very rapidly, his kidneys packed up and when I took him to the Vet there was nothing they could do for him, he had to be put down. I am not ashamed to say that I cried for my old friend and I will miss him.