Finnegan (Finn) was a good cat. Born on St Patrick's day 18 years so, he nearly hit 18 years of age. He was a good cat. A hellraiser in his youth. He was known to steal a grilled cheese sandwich right from the plate and run through the house with it. At night he used to drop a stone into the bathtub and proceed to bat it all around, creating a hell of a ruckus.
Finn passed in his sleep, without pain, at home and in comfort last week. He will be missed.
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