You hated Flea Treatment Day, and gave me the dirtiest looks I have ever seen. Quite rightly, of course.
If anyone got into the hammock, you would get in too. Then you would make yourself so hot and uncomfortably amorous that the person would be forced to get out and leave you there alone, where you would remain curled up for hours. I know you did this on purpose, since getting into a limp hammock alone is impossible for one without thumbs. Even a genius such as yourself.
You enjoyed knocking down wine glasses, head butting the pantry door until it opened and helping yourself, and lying in the middle of a stalled jigsaw puzzle.
You always shared a bed with whoever was snuggliest at the time.
You beat up several dogs, and put them in their places.
You had the most beautiful golden stripey coat, and you knew it.
When a new kitten came to live with us, you ignored her regally until she proved her upright demeanour.
You were a constant and loving companion for many years, and we will miss you very much. We know that you are in a good place now, no longer suffering and cross. There is a cat-shaped place in our home and in our hearts that will never be filled.
Farewell, warm and furry friend.