wilf was a warrior, a solemn old man who found his solace dozing on the grass soaking in the hot rays of sun. a cat blacker than tar with a soul softer than the wet soil he laid upon. during those long summer days wilfred was seldom seen anywhere but rested on those freshly cut blades of grass. now it's ten years later and each time I pass the lawn which he cherished so dearly, I rest easy knowing my soulful old man of a cat rests peacefully, buried under the spot in which he loved more than anything. even more than me. r.i.p wilf.