Piper James Brown Funderburg, high lord of cats, werecat slayer of ninga and zombie alike, gentleman and scholar, lover and fighter, lost his battle to illness and went on ahead to the great tuna factory yesterday to indulge in his passions for eating, sleeping, and eating again.
A favorite of the ladies, our Piper ended his days fully “intact” and thusly probably leaves a number of very large families across the neighborhood. The local birds are said to be very relieved.
He will be greatly missed by his staff.
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” — Jean Cocteau
