I iz sad tu repurt that Harry-the-Cat, aka Sir Harry Smudge, has gone tu
thu Bridj. He wuz doin pritty gud alla week, but on Friday he tooked a
turn fur thu werse, an his hoomins tuk him tu TED fur wun last tyme. He
iz burried inna gardin he purtekted frum Troodurs alla his life.

Harry wuz a blakannawite cat more then 18 yeers old. He hadda ruff start
in life. In fac, he wuz a yung stray cat wif no home wen he furst moved
intu thu nayborhood, and wuz bein chased away by thu yung gurlcat then
inna home wen she gotten kilt by a motormonstur. Butted Harry kept
hangin round, an her hoomins tuk him in and had him fixed an shotted an
effurything. He was sposed tu be a In cat, butted in a busy hous wif
meny yunghoomins, he offin got Out. Latur in life, he restrikted himself
tu his garden, but wen he wuz yunger, he liked tu rome!

He wuz a furry territoryal cat hoo dint like othur cats or spayshully
d*gs furry much an wud chase them away. He wuz also offin critisized fur
skratchin onna furnichure, but we all nose thatz jus hoomins bein silly,
an they neffur did nuffin seryous bout it lyke deklawin or nuffin. He
luved his hoomins and spent hours curled up nex tu them spayshully his
Meomie. They is all missin him furry much.

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Sam