Monday, 8 April 2013

Alas, Poor Rupert

Rupert rat, with a peanut.
Hello out there in the Bloggosphere,

Montgomery and Chester Rat have sent me a very sad message to pass on to you.

Rat Collective Organiser, Rupert Rat has died.

Before you ask, no, I did not eat him.  The Rat Collective doesn't live with me any more.  And Tiger, who does live with the Rat Collective didn't eat him either.

(Tiger doesn't believe in finding his own food, he only likes things humans put in his dish.  He's quite a boring cat like that.)

Rupert actually lived a very long little Rat life, and was very happy, and loved cuddles with Miss 21 right up to the end.

The remaining members of the Collective miss their ratty brother very much. And they know you will, too. They say don't send flowers, but they will accept sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, cake or peanuts as appropriate tributes to his memory.
The Rat Collective: Montgomery (front), Chester (middle), Rupert (back).

Rupert, loved cuddles with humans.
Rupert, cooling down with an ice cube on a hot day.

Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
I remain,

Mr Bumpy,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Feline Pawty Prime Minispurrial Candidate.

1 comment:

  1. Am so sad for your human family and remaining rat collective members and teleporting sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, cake & peanuts to them and tissues to the humans xxx's


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