The great tyrant has passed away. He was with us for not even three years, but he left such a mark that it felt like a decade. At the time of his death there was not a single cat that could call him friend. He was feared and hated by all, but among humans he was the most beloved. He was quick to mischief, but never held a grudge. He could never be forced to do anything, but was always eager to display affection for his subjects. I hope that he now has peace that he never had in life.

Welcome to the club.

How does one outlive that which has multiple lives?

Same.

Yo.

T-thanks.

It can be whatever you want it to be, friend.

Momo sends his regards with this link: https://youtu.be/xJGPpeEbml4