The Masters tournament is being played as I write this, so it’s a good time to cover the last member of the golfer litter. You’ve already met Fuzzy, Chi-Chi, and Lanny. Here’s Bobby, the second Wadkins brother. (We’ll conveniently ignore the fact that Lanny turned out to be a Wadkins sister.)
As most kittens do, Bobby hung out with his family early in life. In his middle years he became a man-about-town and developed a wider circle of friends. He was unusual in one important respect: despite significant time and effort on our part, we were never able to trap and neuter Bobby. In that sense he was a trap, neuter, release (TNR) failure, but in reality he was a TNR success. He may not have been neutered but every female in his orbit was spayed. He sometimes may have been a frustrated guy, but he nevertheless enjoyed his wide circle of friends.
As Bobby grew old he became great friends with Foreman. They were the two senior males of the colony and were no longer concerned about maintaining an alpha cat role. They spent their days wandering the property and napping, usually as a pair but occasionally in the company of Dark Darryl.
Bobby lived to a ripe old age, as did Foreman and Dark Darryl. One day we realized we hadn’t seen Foreman or Bobby for a while. Not long after that I came upon their bodies in the woods, not far from the edge of our clearing. They were lying together with no visible signs of struggle or trauma. What caused their deaths remains a mystery, but they went peacefully among friends, whatever the cause.
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