Thursday, January 29, 2009
A Small Death in the Family
Roobarb in happier times.
Farewell to old Roobarb, who died peacefully in his sleep on Tuesday afternoon for no readily apparent reason.
He was a loopy, lazy, incredibly greedy food-ponce with a definate sense of humour and character all his own.
I know non-cat people don't get it, but a downed cat leaves a definate hole in the household fabric.
He's been interred in a spot in the garden which will get the summer sun nearly all day, wherein he can rest in furry Valhalla and dream of torturing little feathered things for all eternity.