I wish I’d known Fred when he first died!
Because Fred is indeed dead. And as with many obituaries you read, whether for people you knew, or people you’d never even heard of, you wish you’d known of the dead person’s excellence while there was time to fully appreciate them. (I’m very much in favour of living obituaries.)
Fred is a cat. Was a cat. And like Mog, he has died, leaving his humans very upset. But this is vintage Posy Simmonds, so you can be sure that you’re going to get something unusual, now that Fred is a dearly departed pet.
Before death Fred seems to have been a very sleepy cat. He slept on every imaginable surface, and the neighbours reminisce about his sleeping habits.
But Nick and Sophie – Fred’s human children – loved him, sleepiness and all, and now that he’s been buried underneath the buddleia, they are sad. And it’s hard to sleep. But a noise from the garden causes them to tiptoe out to investigate.
And they find out the most astonishing facts about their beloved Fred. He was famous. All the cats from miles around have come to say goodbye. They learn a lot as they take part in a marvellous memorial service.