Dis sad nooz comes tu us from JD.
The grate kitteh poet Emo, awfur ob teh toona pome posted sum thyme back, has run off wib teh Nite Watchman.
She had been ill for a while, thyroid, and went peacefully to sleep without assistance just as a thunderstorm finished. Ifinkso that she spotted toona in the rayne and slipped out of her body to go hunt them. She was estimatified at 14, but she may have been older – she’d been a barn cat for over half that and had lost an eye in her adventures as such. That’s why the farm wanted her to be in a regular home.
Her main contributions as a family cat included being a complete and utter ditz, poet laureate and keyboard player.