Someone killed the world’s friendliest cat

We had a cat around my office, a striped tabby named Roy. He’d walk around and he was super friendly and he’d walk into your office, check things out, and then saunter out again. He made a lot of friends around here. On Saturday, he sauntered out onto the main road and someone hit him.

He lived a little while after that, and died in someone’s arms.

The landlady liked him a lot and so did about 25 other people. About 15 people showed up for the cat’s memorial service. Yes. That’s right. More people than were at my father-in-law’s funeral… though he was less likable than a cat, being blind and deaf and dying of cancer/heart disease etc. It’s hard to like humans, whereas a pet is easy, because pets are not complex and don’t have serious issues. Mostly.

Roy’s buried on the property here, with flowers growing over his grave.

Ever read a book, and it’s awesome, and it’s the first in a series, and it’s brand new so

you finish it and you’re ready for the next and there’s nothing more to read?

Yeah. Makes me sad.

Fantasy readers – go get The Crimson Queen by Alec Hutson.

So, we gotta wait… c’mon Alec. Write faster. (Until fall.)

Alec’s site is here: