My first cat, nay my first true pet died today . He was hit by a car, and I can only be happy that it was a responsible person who brought the cat to the police so they could find out who owned it. He was my little kitten, and noone can ever replace him. I also feel almost as if it were my fault since I was the one who let him out today, but I know it isn't. He was a wonderfull moggy, even though he used to wake us up in the night, so that w could feed him or let him out. I was the last person to stroke him, my mother and father didn't even get to see him this morning excempt when they let him in He was the finest cat anyone could own, and although I'm not really religious I hope he's up there in Kitty heaven chasing mice made out of raw salmon and catnip. So pay your last respects to Greebo, we only had him for (roughly) a year, but it was one of the best years of my life.
Squig