Bad news

And still it comes.

The big cat on my back... and forgive the old style fat lardy body, it was a long while ago; is Ken, my mates Jon and Shezza's cat. Looked like Felix on steroids did Kenny. Cute black and white shorthair, built like a brick shitehouse. Scars on his nose from previous scraps, basically the neighbourhood enforcer; he lived with a pack of five cats and he kept the territory clear for them; any cat that didn't live in that house had be pretty damned careful on that territory. But a really, really nice cat with people for such a bruiser; always remembered his Uncle Shadey when I went down that way for a visit.

Died this morning after a growth in his throat started causing serious problems.

R.I.P. big lad, give Hamish a groom from us.