Remembering Roy

Born 18 November 2014, Roy had the softest fur and longest tail of any cat I've known. He's the one giving us the raspberry (below).

As a kitten, he was "Little Houdini," capable of finding his way out of any enclosure.

After finally moving into the house, he was the first one to discover the "clubhouse," the little cubby over the refrigerator. That was day two.

Roy was the owner of the house; I referred to him as the "Inspector General."

An outstanding snuggler, he was the glue that bound the siblings together. Above, with his sister Pris; below, with his brother Zack.

He succumbed to his lifelong nemesis, urinary blockage, on 8 July 2021, at the entirely too young age of seven. He was my $10,000 kitty, having undergone multiple surgical procedures to correct the problem; I don't begrudge one cent spent giving him the very best life I possibly could.

He will be remembered as a sweet, loving creature, and the best brother any kitty could hope to have.

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