Goodbye, Rory

Today Rory, our cat, died.

We got him a while back, and he was pretty cool. Recently he’s been living with Sam and Niamh rather than me, but I’d see him when I was over there. If you ever needed a cat to, for example, poo on your leather sofa, he was willing to stand up and be counted. Or to surreptitiously lick a piece of ham while you were holding it so you’d have to give it to him.

It was good knowing you, pal. Goodnight.

goodbye rory

Rory, R.I.P. 2011-02-24

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