Corky died on 25 March 07. He was a great cat, probably the best we’ll ever have. Big, slow and with a beautiful face. He was a leaner. His size did not lend itself to lap sitting, but he loved to lie on his side with his head pressing up against a person’s leg or foot or whatever was available. On the morning he died he’d just had a nice brushing and a stroke out in the sunny driveway. He just stretched himself out and died. Andrew thought Corky was sleeping. He walked past him and said “hey cat, you playing dead?”. Only a matter of minutes after the stroking and brushing. Lucky cat. Hope I go like that.