Cat With No Name

 

Today we said goodbye to our beloved cat Clint. He was the only kitten in the litter without a name so he became Clint as per the Clint Eastwood western film tradition. He was a crazy, affectionate and adorable cat who loved the outdoor life but also cuddling up warmly indoors. We had him for about 16 years and he was always funny and curious and interested in everything that was going on. He'd been ill for a few months and it was sad watching his health decline and his strength slip away. In the end he died peacefully and, like his mum Missy, we miss him loads.

Ginger headed Clint as a kitten, asleep with his brothers and sisters. The black spreadeagled one is Smudge, she came to stay with us along with Clint but was killed in a road accident while still young. Their mum Missy joined us not long after that and lived happily along with Clint for many years. Below: the (not very) grumpy old man look.