Not as funny as it used to be

We said goodbye to our cat today. The poor fella had developed a lymphoma and this had got progressively worse. When he had received the original diagnosis he had been given days to live by the vet but in the end he carried on for six weeks, surprising us all. He was called Lola not because we have an obsession with the Kinks but because kittens are apparently difficult to sex. He'd come to live with us as a little girl but, as he one day indulged in a clearly very lovely kitten dream, it became apparent that he was indeed a boy. By this stage he was Lola and Lola he remained. He stayed with us for 12 eventful years and became part of the family, building all his quirks into our lives just as any human family member does. From leaping out of the first floor window in the middle of the night to assaulting any feet left outside the duvet, our lives intermingled with his over time. As he got a bit older he chose to no longer take the window route to the outside world. Instead, h