Beaudelair, Gentleman Cat

It is with deep sadness that I inform you of the death of Beaudelair, at the age of 23. He’d been with us since 1998 (19 years!).
He was in pretty good health up until the last couple of weeks, climbing up and down stairs to check out his favorite spots. He slowed down rather more than normal for a week or two, then his body just gave up and decided it was time. Rather than prolonging his suffering, I took him to the vet one last time. Many tears were shed by myself and the vet, who had grown quite fond of him over the years. Despite being a sunny day, a thunderstorm developed later that evening, My wife and I decided that it was Beaudelair and Spooky reuniting in the heavens.
This is a picture of him just a few months before his death. Despite the gray hairs, he was a fine figure of a cat up until the end.
He was a good friend, and will not be forgotten.

A long, long time ago, my Staff picked me up from the local humane society Imprisonment Centre, where I’d been incarcerated for over 4 months. I overwhelmed them with my manly good looks, not to mention my charming personality. My age is unknown, but I am obviously in the prime of life. My pedigree is something of a mystery, but I’m sure it must be pretty impressive since I cut such a fine figure of a cat. The Staff feels that I have a lot of Burmese in me, which is pretty cool. In fact, several years after arriving at my new home,  I contracted a throat infection that only affects pure bred cats. Now, how cool is THAT!

My favorite things include : any place that looks like a cave, drooling while I purr, chasing my tail, killing the artificial prey that the Staff provides for me, running around the house at top speed, and entertaining the staff with political commentary after they’ve gone to bed. Of course, napping and eating are obviously the highest of priorities. Catnip is a special joy, but not to be overdone … and there is really no way to overdo catnip. Hanging out in the basement office with the male Staff is always enjoyable, if only to get a break from the wimminfolk.

Oh, and declarations of the Staff to the contrary, I do NOT break wind, pass gas, or fart. If there is no sound, it never happened. You have my personal assurance of that.

And any drool that you may find on your clothing after I grace you with my presence must have been there before I arrived. You disgusting creature, you.

staff notes :

The vet estimated his age at 3 – 5 years when we picked him up in 1998; his coat was like a bristle-brush, but plenty of TLC soon fixed that; when we got him, he didn’t seem to know how to purr, but little by little it started coming back to him!

Although he is now getting on in years, he is still pretty active.  He doesn’t bomb around the house, but still trots. In fact, a few months ago he managed to catch a mouse after the other cats (and the staff) failed to catch it!

Sometimes I just like to sit and contemplate life. From an appropriate vantage point, of course. Just sit and stare at a wall, or the outside world, not really looking at it … let the mind simply idle and allow the bubbles of thought to trickle by. Most refreshing.

Sometimes the best things in life are the simplest … like enjoying a good grooming.

Sometimes I hang out … literally.

My new tree is a delightful marvel. I can casually drape myself over the edge, curl up for a private nap, or simply gaze out the window to look out into the world. It’s also a nice place to have a quiet groom. Grooming is important for a gentlecat, but one must not overdo it (something the Other Cat would do well to learn).

Being a social creature (not to mention a lover and all-round hunk) I like to snuggle with the Other Cat.

A favorite of mine is the tissue paper that the staff uses for wrapping. Foolish creatures … it is obvious to even the most minimal intellect that this paper is meant for being PREY! It crinkles, it shreds, and I can bury myself within its yielding carcass. Hours of entertainment.

After a hard day of napping, I enjoy having a refreshing sprig or two of catnip brought to me.

I’m a lover of all things made of paper, and have had the staff prepare me a lounging spot of crinkly paper next to some books.

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