Francis Xavier Pembleton Orman Blum Cat left us peacefully, a bit after 4 today, in our own bedroom. He put up a bit of a fight as they tried to get the needle in, then settled down comfortably as always in the crook of Kate's elbow, and we stroked and cuddled him as he went to sleep.

Then he got his final revenge by weeing on the bed one last time.

That's Frank. Stubborn, affectionate, and just a touch of evil. He left this life as he lived it, doing exactly as he wanted. All he was looking for in these last few days was cuddles from us, and in those last moments he was content.

Kate's a wreck but recovering. I'm a bit better off but still wobbly.