Well, the post title says it all, I suppose, though the photo is a little misleading as the cat in question is now over a year old.
He was one of the more docile of the semi-ferals who keep down the rodent population in our over-sized garden.
I was particularly fond of him as he reminded me of the cat who was the inspiration for Clementine, a poem you can read in the post nine lives, from last year.
He’s been gone a week now and, although I doubt that he was knocked down on the road as there really aren’t any roads round here, since I know there are neighbours who put out poisoned meat, others who shoot at small mammals with shotguns, and others who keep hunting-dogs, I can’t realistically expect him to come back.
There’s nothing to be done, of course, so I’ll post a link to the H P Lovecraft story The Cats of Ulthar.
don't confuse the narrator 