Our very own version of Basement Cat….well, I say “our” but of course he regarded us as his…shuffled off this mortal coil this morning.
A jet black tom he enjoyed the outside life and the female cats down the end of the road (and to get to them he had to get past his own father’s territory which made for amusement on all sides) and only turned to us when he wanted something. Fred had picked up cat leukeamia some time ago and then when cat flu hit him a few days back it hit him hard.
A couple of days at the vets on antibiotics and drip fluids couldn’t turn it around and, well, there, off he goes.
Hey, he was a cat, not something in short supply in rural Portugal.
But, you know, ‘bye Fred, have a good time.