I must apologise to all my readers for not keeping you posted about my progress over the last few months. In fact, it's worse than that. I am no longer able to log on because yesterday I moved on to the great pussy palace in the sky.
It was such a hectic final few hours that I wasn't able to do all the things on earth that pussies in my situation want to do. My illness became really bad over the last few weeks and that's something you have to expect at 14 or 15 years old. Couldn't hear very much and wasn't able to wash. The old ginger fur was dirty and I really did look like a Mr. Manky. But to have a blog like this enables me to say a few goodbyes.
It was such a hectic final few hours that I wasn't able to do all the things on earth that pussies in my situation want to do. My illness became really bad over the last few weeks and that's something you have to expect at 14 or 15 years old. Couldn't hear very much and wasn't able to wash. The old ginger fur was dirty and I really did look like a Mr. Manky. But to have a blog like this enables me to say a few goodbyes.
Amazing, isn't it, the power of the world wide web. Here I am, looking down on you all, and still able to keep in touch. But this will be the last post - an appropriate turn of phrase don't you think.
So where did I come from? Well, that is a mystery really because my memory has faded badly over the last year and it has wiped out my previous existence - probably the first 12 years of my life has been lost. It's more than likely I belonged to someone who also departed from this earth - and when that happened I was on my own.
But those nice people from the big house round the corner - number 70 - were very kind. They gave me shelter and comfort - even if I was a bit suspicious of their hospitality at first. Sorry about that but I am sure you will understand how confused I was. Anyway, I eventually went inside the big house and they provided a nice, sleeping corner under the radiator. On cold winter nights it was heaven - oops; wrong choice of word in the circumstances but you know what I mean.
The last few months haven't been too easy but I was well looked after. There was a nice box in the garage as well as the blanket under the radiator. Not many pussies can say they had a second home to visit from time to time. But my teeth were getting worse, I was losing weight, sleeping all day and drinking a lot of water. There was not much point in going to see the vet because you know what he would have said - and promptly presented those nice people at number 70 with a £100 bill 'for services'.
I won't give you the details of the last few hours because it's better to think about the good times and all the kindness that was shown to me by Pat, Geoffrey and David. Anyone who saw me in those last few months would know why I was called Mr. Manky. I wonder what my original name was.
So here I am, with thousands of others in this pussy paradise and will certainly not go short of friends. Life on earth was not too bad - and I was grateful for the kindness and understanding of the people at number 70 who took me in. Pat was always willing to give me some variation in diet - Waitrose do a nice line in cat food - but in those final months there wasn't much that I fancied.
So goodbye to you all. Don't shed too many tears. We all go on a long journey sometimes and I have arrived happily from mine. Showing a little kindness to someone who is lost and in distress is something that I appreciated. Thanks.
Better go and get the tissues now!
Mr. Manky signing off.
Mr. Manky signing off.
