Bert disappeared long ago, but Ernie has been with us for the past 13 years until yesterday when the last of his 9 lives came to an end.
He was such a funny cat! He loved lying on the woodpile in the sunshine.
He preferred to drink out of buckets, or with both front paws IN the water bowl.
He had a foot fettish, and if you let him near your bare pigs, he would be sure to bite them.
He was a good hunter, and frequently left "gifts" on our doorstep. After he arrived, we did not have to worry about mice in the house any longer, even though he lived outside on the veranda.
His first buddy was Bert, but his longest friendship was with Lizzie.
Towards the end, he became very ill, but he would still purr, rub fur all over us, and drool.
I prefer to remember him like this:
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