Discworld drabble

Fandom: Discworld
Rating: G
Notes: For miome, who wanted drabbles about Granny Weatherwax. Esme learns to borrow. 200 words. Also posted at voteworks

( Where the Wild Things Are )

Percy

Percy died yesterday. He was a cat, the pet of a dear friend. We shared a house together for five years so we came to see Percy as a part of our extended family, and the natural monarch of the house and grounds, or indeed anywhere that he happened to be. He was an enormous creature: ginger, idiosyncratic, prone to taking your arm off if you disturbed him while he was concentrating on basking in the sun, but affectionate when it suited him, usually when he wanted you for a cushion. He liked to eat the brains of small creatures, and once followed us to the local pub and sat watching us through the window. 

He got fed a lot by various neighbours who used to mistake him for a pregnant female, and due to his outsize catty frame ( XXXL, at least - he weighed 2 and a half stone and had a 24 inch girth at his widest part, but he was very tall too and could headbutt doors open with little effort), sometimes got stuck in the cat flap. He enjoyed making nests in piles of laundry, and would sit on the doorstep to welcome people home from work at 5 o'clock. He had advanced powers of observation and was fabled to look left, then right, then left again before crossing the road. 

He was a drooling, smelly ginger rug of a cat and I loved him very much.