E.B. Our old cat. Miss him.

I’ve been sorting through old photos and discarding lots of them which are no longer needed.
This is Tiger our last cat, who died in 2018. He was 16 years old, but hadn’t been well.
Out of all the cats we’ve ever had, he was by far the most loveable and we miss him.
But we decided not to have another cat at that point, for all kinds of reasons.
We had had three other cats before him. When we got Tiger from the Cats Protection League, we had his sibling called Whisky, who was completely black except for a small white bit of fur on one side of his nose,
We kept them inside for 4 weeks, and then let them into the garden.
Whisky disappeared off to the back fence which he scaled, and we never saw him again, despite enquiries.
Tiger remained.
I love cats. Inscrutable creatures.
So here is Tiger, who always used to interrupt me when I was drawing or painting up in the loft bedroom,
He is actually sitting on my Bible! ( It was a good place to be quiet up there and take time out for awhile.)
His other place would be to plonk himself on any laptop which either of us may be using! Made any typing very interesting!
So Tiger, you were loved and gave us lots of pleasure,
We simply found you to be irreplaceable.