I don't know how many of you lurk in rec.pets.cats.community, but back
in December I started a thread about Capt. Midnight, The Good Luck
Black Cat, taking ill the last weekend before Kissamouse.  Given the
symptoms and his uncharacteristic lethargy, we suspected an intestinal
blockage, but it turned out to be much worse (cancer).  Here's the post
I'd made to rpcc that should explain everything:

Capt. Midnight, The Good Luck Black Cat, left for the Rainbow Bridge at
approximately 10:45 AM today [Dec. 20, 2005].  His problem was not
fixable, so the vet did not wake him up from the anesthesia.

We've arranged for a private cremation, and when the ashes come back we
will scatter them in his favorite pile of dirt and at the edge of the
back patio.

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**A glowing light descends onto the sleeping black cat. Suddenly, he
wakes up.  "I'm coming, Hobbes!  I'm coming!" he meows softly as he
rises up into the light.

The large black cat finds himself sitting in the middle of a place full
of beautiful colors.  He says to himself, "I must be at the Rainbow
Bridge."  He looks around and hears a familiar
meow calling him.  "Midnight, come up here!"  It's his winkwink Hobbes.
She says, "It's really nice here, and you already know a lot of the
kitties!"

Midnight runs up to Hobbes and licks her face.  He says, "Now we will
never be apart again."  Hobbes and Midnight stroll away together for a
good smurgle, and make plans to meet the rest of the kitties at the
rainbow bridge.**

[The above was written by GranMeowmie, and modified only slightly
by Meowmie Debby.]