He wore a hi-viz vest like the rest of the warehouse lads. He got around doing his cat thing. Security once sent out a message that a small set of keys had been found and handed in, and I imagined that Kitty had started to commute. And he met an end on the road out the front. (Paws to Reflect)
I joked that the warehouse was going to have a tasteful little ceremony with full hi-viz honours.
Well, turns out I wasn't far from the truth. When the carpark got unusually crowded the other day, I got forced into an area I never use and came across his grave.
Nice.
I particularly like the spelling. Click here to see him in his hi-viz jacket.
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