I found Sir Snuggles bleeding out on the dining room floor Thursday morning.

He had escaped his habitrail sometime in the night. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it. The little guy was a veritable Houdini. But this is the first time one of the cats found him before I did.

I wish I could blame it on the habitrail, but I fear that user error was to blame. The top of the flying saucer sky dome accessory had not been replaced as securely as it should have been. At least, that’s what I suspect. The lid was lying on the dresser, the flying saucer’s hatch wide open.

The kid took the news pretty well. The funeral will be this afternoon at around 4 pm. No calling hours. And, please, no replacement pets.