Thank you.

Thank you to everybody who has sent in messages of sympathy over the last twenty four hours following the death of my good friend, Henry the Cat. I am extremely grateful for your concern and have been comforted by your words.

Henry was never a noisy cat and wasn't one to run around the house or play with toys. But my house seems unusually quiet today. The two Mad Dogs have even been quiet for a change. They didn't even tell me when the postman came this morning. But the atmosphere here is one of bitter sweet sadness at the loss of a friend rather than overwhelming grief. As far back as I can remember I have believed that God will not let anything which he has created disappear for ever, not people, not animals, not flowers and trees, not even rocks and stones, not anything. I believe that Christ will return and usher in the Kingdom of God where all that has ever been will be once again in the peaceable kingdom where the cat lies down with the mouse.



  1. I am so sorry to learn of your loss. I, too am a cat lover, and have been through this. There will come a day when you will be reunited. Peace.

  2. Unless we come across a tortoise in need of a home, whenever we allow animals to come into our homes and occupy our hearts, deep down we know that we shall probably outlive them.

    That does not stop us from adopting them and making them members of the family. In return for our openness they will fill our lives with unconditional love. Yes, even cats will do that although they try to hide it.

    And when that time comes for them to die, we mourn their departures and the loss of their companionship. And as much as we protest that we shall never allow some creature to so possess us again, another one will come along; our hearts will melt; and the dance begins again.

    I watched your tribute to Henry and it brought to mind the dogs and cats that have graced my life in the past and keeps me mindful of the three cats that bless it currently.

    Thank you for sharing Henry with us; a cat not perfect, but more than sufficient for the time.

    God Bless.

  3. I too have lost dearly loved cats and dogs. It is very sad. It bears commemoration. It should attract sympathy. Etc. But the notion that a particular cat (or dog) is one’s ‘best friend’ is grotesque and ludicrously self-indulgent.

  4. “As far back as I can remember I have believed that God will not let anything which he has created disappear for ever, not people, not animals, not flowers and trees, not even rocks and stones, not anything.”

    Me too – I’m looking forward to being again with all my animal loved ones.

  5. And in the meantime you publish comments like this one:


    If sophisticated means evil, cowardly, deceitful, conniving . . .

    . . then yes, you are.

    I’m not.

    Fuck yourself, eat shit, die.

    Have a nice day, asshole.’

    Time to get a grip on elementary moral principles.

  6. We don’t have children, troll. We compensate for this by having close relationships with the animals we live with. It works for us and I don’t give a toss what an unimaginative, small-minded, friendless jerk like you thinks.

  7. Yes, you’re right, I don’t have any friends. But that’s because I’ve never met anyone good enough to be my friend.

  8. By the way, I must apologise to everyone for being a complete dickhead, yesterday. Sometimes, in fact most of the time, I say the most stupid things just to get attention. It’s the only contact I have with other people other than my weekly visit to my shrink.

  9. Alright, reaching out in faith:

    {{{John M}}}

    Be a friend, and you’ll make friends. Here endeth my sermon.


    Aw. Henry.

    The Cat Lies Down w/ the Mouse, in the Hereafter (but the Mouse may still look a bit nervous!)

    {{{MP and pride/pack/fam}}}

  10. I love everything you said, Deacon Charlie. Beautiful.

    And now to John Mole: Even if a person had harmed me greatly (and I actually know something about what that is like) I would not say such a mean spirited thing to him if he had just lost a beloved cat. Even if you disagree with him about practically everything, MadPriest has never harmed you. There. That is all.

  11. All *I* can say is that I wish trolls like this guy would just go suck on a goddamn shotgun.

    Ya know, this is why Joe went to the gym – trolls like this who insisted on interfering with his drinking time. If some yabbo tried to start some shit with him in one of the GI bars over in Germany, he’d just turn around, bash their head once on the bar, the pipsqueak would be out cold and Joe could get back to his beer.

    That must have felt so good.

    Just sayin’

  12. MP, I agree totally with what you have written here. I am not going anywhere post mortem (I do believe there is some form of resurrection) my cats won’t be… I have sent along a fair number who are waiting for me. Henry will be waiting for you, too, with purrs and meows and starfish paws.