We had to say goodbye to our lovely cat, Gonga this week. He had been diagnosed with a tumour and we had to let him go. He went very peacefully. He came to us in 2008, as a stray and quickly made himself a part of the family.
His favourite thing to do was sleep...
...but he occasionally roused himself to investigate the garden.
Ginny tolerated him (just).
He was always alert for the sound of food being prepared. His second favourite thing was eating.
He got on slightly better with Scruffy.
He had his own red blanket for when it got cold.
He would make us laugh with his 'Little Red Riding Gonga' impressions...
...and he did a pretty good 'Grumpy Cat' one too.
Sometimes, he even thought he was like Bagpuss (old, fat furry catpuss).