Well, it is surprise to us all - Manky Cat is indeed mortal. Or was. He died this morning, peacefully, after eating breakfast and finding a warm spot to snooze.
He was originally called Rumpit, but soon after he developed a skin reaction that made him a bit, well, manky, he was renamed Manky Cat. He will be remembered for his absolute conviction that he was human, not feline. For his gargoyle posing on the banister at 41 The Crescent during Mum's 50th birthday party. For his imaginative and extraordinary talent for finding new and interesting places to pee, most notably in the toaster and an upright bucket. Let me just repeat that - an upright bucket. That means he hopped on to the bucket, peed in it and dismounted - all without tipping the bucket over. No wonder we thought he was supernatural.
At dinner a few weeks ago, we were talking about the nine lives of cats. We came to the conclusion that the more wily and sarcastic, the more talented at opening fridges and performing feats of amazing agility to find high places to peer down upon his people, the higher up in the reincarnation chain they are. Manky Cat was universally agreed to be at the pinnacle of his lives. I hope he enjoyed spending his ninth life with us.
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