Munch died.
Hi, everyone.
My ex-housemate texted me to let me know that Munch died last week. This was sudden and quite unexpected.
Since several of you were/are fans of Munch, I thought it best to let you all know so that you can grieve accordingly. You are welcome to reply to this post or send messages for me to pass along to her father.
I hadn't lived with Munch for a few years, but I will always love her. She was an absolutely beautiful cat, great at playing, swift as the wind, a talented huntress, and a beloved member of all of her father's families.
She was never scared of anything, even if she really should have been. She would have an honest try of eating anything meat, even if it was way too big for her (and succeed even so), friendly (and bitey) to everyone, even strangers. She even loved her annoying little brother with grace and good humour, even when he got in her personal space and tried to squish her.
Munch earned her place in Valhalla. She was a fighter, adventurer and intrepid explorer. In her heart she never forgot that she was a lion, even if her body did. May her bowl always be full of milk, her plate full of meat and cheese from the warrior's feast, her claws always sharp and her fangs always capable of shearing through the toughest of bones. I have no doubt she will hunt forever with the bravest of our forefathers. I hope they have hair ties to throw for her and tools for her to lie on.
I love you so much, beautiful baby girl. Goodbye.















