My mother’s cat, a beautiful red Persian named “Maliboo”, died today at the fine age of 17. He had a fantastic life, truly winning the Cat Lottery. Oddly, Maliboo hated me until several years ago when he had no choice but to warm up to me while Mom took a 17-day trip to Wales. After that, he was fine with me.
Farewell, Maliboo. You were a good cat.
