Boocat.

Today the cat we inherited died. Next door left her behind on moving ten years ago and she's been ours ever since. She lived with us - I say lived, but it was more like tolerated us, she wouldn't come inside and instead resided in the clearly far more comfortable propagator all through the snowy Winters and the hot summers. 

She had no teeth at all, she only had two when we inherited her. I reckon she was about 16 or 17.  She was old and tired and skinny and cross but I liked her very much. 

Grumpy old cat.  She wouldn't really come and have a cuddle, although you could stroke her on her terms. But yesterday we managed to catch her, a feat in itself and so we knew something was wrong. She was dragging her leg so badly her paw was sore. The vet said massive ligament damage, no idea why, likely it's just snapped in her old age. Surgery was the only option but she was unlikely to benefit and anyway, trying to look after her outside whilst she recuperated would have been a nightmare. So no more Boocat. 

Goodbye lovely green-eyed yowly crosspants. I will miss you.