You may remember how we recently lost Basta, our cat of 17 years. I’m afraid that Perro, our second cat, has now followed him after a year-long fight with cancer. He’s survived by Easy (aka Izzy), our greatly misnamed dog.
Perro was never our cat, technically speaking. Some neighbors were moving out some ten years ago. They had three cats and their new place only allowed them two. So, they found Perro a house down the road. However, he preferred to spend all his time in our garden instead. We tried returning him to his new home but he had made his choice and was not to be swayed.
When winter came, we felt sorry for him and took him in. He spent the next 10 years bossing us around and generally acting like he was doing us a great favor by letting us take care of him.
Perro had got his name because he was following me around all the time, much like a dog. Indeed, his preferred napping place was my lap, where he spent most of his day while I was working on my computer.
For anyone with a keen eye, I know that I have to change the comment section under my posts but haven’t had the heart to do so yet.
RIP, Perro. You’ll be missed.