Unfortunately I have come home to bad news. Merlin my youngest cat at 3 1/2 years old has passed over. He had been off colour for a couple of days, we thought that he had a bit of a chill although he seemed brighter this morning before I left for work. OH informs me that he thought things had gone a bit quiet and when he checked he had gone. He couldn't believe it either. It just wasn't expected because he has always been a larger than life Moggie, a big un, a bruiser who regularly yowled at the back door when he wanted in and used to come and sit on you when he wanted fuss. Had to have his daily fuss. His world just wasn't right until he had sat on you for his one to one attention.
He is now buried under the Cherry Tree in the back garden (under the tree that he regularly used to scale)