Our Rupert died this week.
He was the sweetest boy ever. I suppose he looked like every other black cat: black. But he had the cutest long tufts on the tips of his ears, a mellow disposition, and a loving nature that led him to take small newcomers under his wing and make them lifelong sleeping companions.
Despite a rather timid nature, he bravely defended us from various threats, including mice, frogs, birds and the Evil White Cat Across the Street.
When I started looking for photographs of the manly guy, I found only a few solo shots.
He rarely napped...
or sat guard duty
He loved his grub
and was famous for nibbling any bare toes he found standing in the kitchen while food was being prepared. We had to develop a special Rupert Dance to avoid his not-always gentle nips. After all, he was just trying to do everyone a favor by speeding things along.
He loved being outside in all weather
and he helped out in the garden whenever possible
He loved his special Rupert basket by the fire in winter,
but his favorite place was always cuddled up with as many friends as possible.
We buried him next to the woodpile, where he spent many hours on various projects known only to himself. We suspect he was monitoring the mouse population there.
In final tribute to our sweet boy, I give you the silly boy Rupert movie: