Romeo, I have literally known since the day he was born. He's also from that horse barn, born to Wanda, the official farm barn cat, who wanda'd down the road one day and made her home there. She was a skinny thing, and as happens to skinny young female cats on farms all over the world on a daily basis, she started gaining weight, which we first took as a good thing - and then we got the picture. Ro was one of five kittens; my mother adopted him, along with one of his brothers, who passed on a few years ago due to congestive heart failure. Ro was a lapcat and a true sweet heart, and a fearsome slayer of birds. He and his bro were destined to be adopted by my ex and myself, who were getting ready to cohabit on our first farm and wanted a couple of barn cats. Well... my mother would have none of that, and took them both.
Like Clyde, Ro lived an obviously long and healthy life, and was well-loved. He'll be missed.
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