RIP Henry VI, 2003 - 2006
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semperfionaChris got a call this morning from the landlord's wife. She thought one of our cats had been hit by a car on our road. At noon, he went to the house to check, and after half-an-hour's search, he found him. The young king has passed.
He'd been abandoned in Cabool outside Polly's Diner, so he was first named Polly after the diner outside which they had found him. His maleness became obvious quickly, however, and he had to have a new name. "Paulie" was vetoed, so being the sixth cat in the household, he became Henry the VI.
As a youngster he had a terrible habit of molesting mooses. Chris collects stuffed mooses, and Henry would abscond with one and fornicate with it. You ain't seen nuthin' till you've seen a kitten trying to fornicate a pajama-wearing stuffed moose twice his size. Little pink penis and all. I'm still trying to scrub my brain. Thankfully he mostly outgrew that.
He grew up to be an imposing young silver tabby, cuddly on his terms but somewhat aloof, and like his namesake, lord of all he surveyed. This summer, he acquired a cauliflower ear. It gave him a rakish look that suited him well.
He was bound and determined to be an outside cat despite all our best efforts. It was a pissing contest, literally: he peed on the bed even while people were in it. Eventually we gave in, and let him go out; by preference he spent most of his time outside. Unlike the Washington house, though, this one is on a deceptively busy street, and we knew even then that this might be the result. It doesn't make it any easier to take, though.
He was a good cat. I will miss him.
He'd been abandoned in Cabool outside Polly's Diner, so he was first named Polly after the diner outside which they had found him. His maleness became obvious quickly, however, and he had to have a new name. "Paulie" was vetoed, so being the sixth cat in the household, he became Henry the VI.
As a youngster he had a terrible habit of molesting mooses. Chris collects stuffed mooses, and Henry would abscond with one and fornicate with it. You ain't seen nuthin' till you've seen a kitten trying to fornicate a pajama-wearing stuffed moose twice his size. Little pink penis and all. I'm still trying to scrub my brain. Thankfully he mostly outgrew that.
He grew up to be an imposing young silver tabby, cuddly on his terms but somewhat aloof, and like his namesake, lord of all he surveyed. This summer, he acquired a cauliflower ear. It gave him a rakish look that suited him well.
He was bound and determined to be an outside cat despite all our best efforts. It was a pissing contest, literally: he peed on the bed even while people were in it. Eventually we gave in, and let him go out; by preference he spent most of his time outside. Unlike the Washington house, though, this one is on a deceptively busy street, and we knew even then that this might be the result. It doesn't make it any easier to take, though.
He was a good cat. I will miss him.
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Date: 2006-03-08 10:09 pm (UTC)I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure he had a good life as part of your family.
Awwww,
Date: 2006-03-08 11:04 pm (UTC)I'm so sorry
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Date: 2006-03-11 10:36 am (UTC)Gessi