Gorodish kitty died yesterday at the age of 17. In his day he was champion mouser and ruler of his domain, challenging all pretenders to the throne. In his later years, battle scars healed, he stettled in to a quiet life at home, prefering the comfort of beds to rainy nights hunting. He was a wonderful cat, a good companion and will be dearly missed.
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