Rambo the Cat
Dear's cat just passed away.
He was a rogue. A renegade that didn't want to confirm nor follow the rules laid down by Dear's mom.
He was toilet trained. But only if he didn't feel rebellious.
Hence the name he was given by Dear's dad (I swear that her dad kind of thought of him as a kindred spirit.)
He formed a triumvirate of the three big (AKA Fat) cats along with Kiki (Ricky) & Bujang. Bujang he respected as an older brother except when he was fighting him. He and Kiki never did see eye to eye.
He was a terror to some of the small cats as well as an idol to John and Johnny, the two Russian Blue twins.
He even occasionally bit the hand that fed him, especially Dear who intervened to break up his fights one too many times and had the scratches & bite marks to prove it.
But he was also a lovable rouge who could never fail to win you back to his side even after committing the worst atrocities.
He was perfectly fine last night but he was apparently looking out of sorts this morning and Dear’s mom had noticed and had made a booking to bring him to the vet this afternoon. He never made the appointment. He had passed away only shortly after getting into the cat carrier.
It was such a shock for Dear and she was in tears as she called me.
RIP Rambo. I know you will be causing a ruckus up in Cat Heaven or wherever it is you have gone to. I know you will have a blast.