I found my little grey tabby cat dead in the drain today. It was heartbreaking to see him like that.
When he and his sisters were just little stray kittens outside my house, they would hide from me all the time. The little grey one was the one who was most adventurous, and thus he was the first to become close to us.
He used to wait for me to come home from work every day and then nuzzle my feet or hop onto the sofa and asked to be pet. I'm really going to miss him. The above picture was taken on the last day I saw him alive.
His name was Riffraff. He was a sweet, friendly and loyal little cat. I'll never forget him.
His sisters (Minnie and Mungo) are now missing. I fear they may be dead too.