R.I.P. Woody Cat

I had started writing a post about the fact that Woody had made it through September and we celebrated his twenty-first birthday a couple weeks ago. In the past six months though he had become deaf as a stone. He was still quite talkative, same tone as ever. He wasn't plaintive, just a bit slower in cadence perhaps. But, that classy cat chassis had a bunch of miles on it.

Over the week-end Woodrow took sight into the nether-land and then launched himself from this mortal plane. Gone.

In cat years vs. human years he wound up at one-hundred and one years. That's a pretty good number, if you ask me. I would have liked a couple or few more though.....

Godspeed Woody.