Those of you who knew the legend, personally or mythically, Herbie (mister perfect, big special, big perfect, mister mister, dinner kitty, nona or neu neu) passed away today after a short illness at age 15 and 10 months. He lived a long and very exciting life full of adventure and intrigue.
An orphan at birth, Herbie was a Warwick barn kitty magically lifted from obscrity by a young boy looking for a cat that resembled the Clinton’s cat, Socks. Herbie was forever associated with the hope and energy of the early Clinton ascendancy as well as the brimming optimism of the early 1990’s. Herbie has claimed the role of elder statesman and King of Fauna in the Hull family, the title now passing to Amelia and Bedelia, respectively.
Herbie spent his days outdoors, roaming the apple orchard, catching mice, chipmunks and rabbits, climbing trees and spending lazy afternoons in the sun. He loved staying out at night in summer, playing with string and being spooked. He had an adventurous spirit and a deep, full purr. He was a Grade-A gastronome, loving all food. He also had a classic bad attitude, loved by all. He was a large and largely perfect cat, a key member of the Applewood Orchards menagerie. He will be greatly missed. He is now restored in Kitty Valhalla!
Behold!
