The Prince wasn't two years old, yet. He never will be.
We don't know what happened.
Kate came home for lunch and found him lying dead in the yard.
Steve has buried him; we're going to have to tell the girls.
He was a Very Large, Very Silly and Very Sweet cat
Gonna miss him.
As i've said before:
They give you so much, and they ask so little in return - just a piece of your soul.
He was a teeny-tiny thing when Kate's mother found him alone and starving in the bushes. She took him in, got him his shots and fed him up some.
She loved him, but he was just too active for her, so, when we went down for her birthday in July, we brought him home with us.
I should have remembered the Dummy - who was just as small or smaller as a kitten when Susan and i got him, but grew to twenty pounds.
But the Dummy made it to almost twenty years.
As i did when the little foundling kitten we named Scrap died only a few months after she came to live with us, i console myself (somewhat - as much as you can) with the thought that he spent his time among people who loved him in a comfortable home with plenty of good food - instead of starving to death when he was almost too small to eat solid food.
Gonna miss the little nuisance.