Critter
1992 - 2010
'... I have had cats whom I liked better than this, ...but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.'
'... I have had cats whom I liked better than this, ...but he is a very fine cat, a very fine cat indeed.'
Dr. Samuel Johnson
(As reported by his biographer James Boswell)
(As reported by his biographer James Boswell)
He was his master's faithful companion for just over 18 years. He had no regard for my fortunes or lack thereof and was my steadfast friend, often my only friend, through the bad times and the good.
He was cantankerous, imperious, and demanding but also considerate, empathic, and affectionate. And an excellent listener, though very opinionated.
He was the bane of rottweilers, yet he befriended my parents elderly poodle. He loved kittens and puppies, an unusual trait in a tomcat, and he adopted and raised several over his lifetime. My labrador retriever was one of those he took under his wing. I don't think he ever got over how large she grew to be, and so quickly.
The end came quietly in his sleep between the hours of 2 and 4 AM on the morning of April 25, 2010. He was in the company of those he loved, his master and his master's wife, and the other pets he shared a home with.
He is survived by his humans, two moggies, a labrador retriever, and a red-ticked coon hound.
After 18 years it is hard to adjust to his not being here. I can't read a book without noticing he isn't snuggled into my side as I sit in my old leather armchair. Every time I sit and read with a dram of whisky near at hand I shall be thinking fondly of him.
Aye, he was a fine cat and a fine friend. The finest of all the cats I have known.
He was cantankerous, imperious, and demanding but also considerate, empathic, and affectionate. And an excellent listener, though very opinionated.
He was the bane of rottweilers, yet he befriended my parents elderly poodle. He loved kittens and puppies, an unusual trait in a tomcat, and he adopted and raised several over his lifetime. My labrador retriever was one of those he took under his wing. I don't think he ever got over how large she grew to be, and so quickly.
The end came quietly in his sleep between the hours of 2 and 4 AM on the morning of April 25, 2010. He was in the company of those he loved, his master and his master's wife, and the other pets he shared a home with.
He is survived by his humans, two moggies, a labrador retriever, and a red-ticked coon hound.
After 18 years it is hard to adjust to his not being here. I can't read a book without noticing he isn't snuggled into my side as I sit in my old leather armchair. Every time I sit and read with a dram of whisky near at hand I shall be thinking fondly of him.
Aye, he was a fine cat and a fine friend. The finest of all the cats I have known.
