Wednesday, 31 March 2010

RIP Mograt, 1992-2010

It's turning out to be my month for digging holes. Our cat, Smokey, aka. Mograt, aka. the Kidder, died today. He was going on 19 years old, and was a definite presence and fixture around these parts. Something of the end of an era. He looked strangely peaceful and content in death, considering how angry with everything he ususally looked while alive. The dog will miss his little pal. Even I might miss the old devil a bit.