One of the Reservoir Mogs (Southern Chapter) is no longer with us.
Elvis did a sterling job as a Reservoir Mog.
He would frequently treat Sophie and Scott to the delights of mouse, frog, bits of kebab, spam (don't ask how he got that) and what looked like someone's barbeque chicken. In fact, anything he could drag through the cat-flap. There was an incident with a small child and some ice-cream, but she didn't get stuck in the cat-flap so no harm done!
He liked to think he was providing a varied diet, though he never got the hang of the fact they were veggie, and he would have done better to dig up an allotment.
He would let them share the bed and sofas, as long as they didn't want too much space. And he was always a perfect gentleman to visiting cat-sitters. He liked the can openers with opposable thumbs and a comfy lap
Elvis has left the kitchen and Eulogy for a moggy
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