Our oldest cat died today. Best estimate puts him at 14 years old. He was fat, crabby and grumpy but I still loved him.Rising to fame in my first submission to ICHCB, Byron was named after Lord Byron, in a long standing tradition of cats named after famous poets.
He didn't like being picked up, didn't like being patted, was very fussy about his food and intimidated people out of his favourite spot on the couch. He had some odd sexual habits, attempting to hump mum's fluffy dressing gown. Byron managed to outlive four other cats, and we always suspected it was due to his intolerance for them, and subsequently pushed them all in front of cars.
It is now Byron's time. He has been getting progressively sicker over the past few months, and yesterday my mum took him to the vet to do the humane thing. Rest in Peace you grumpy old bastard, Byron - I will miss you.
RIP Byron. I have heard much about his unpleasant habits but who doesn't love a cat with personality?
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