Cyclops was a Shakespearean character, not a Lear or Hamlet or Othello but a good a kind of Pistol or Dogberry. Rough and grizzled yet good hearted and always friendly. Whenever I scratched his head and stroked him he would sit quietly and purr (brux) away happily. He was a well traveled rat and frequently rode around in Kit's pocket or up his sleeve. Often when talking to Kit in a cafe or pub you would catch sight of Cylclops' nose and trembling whiskers peeping out from under his jacket. Now after a prolonged illness he has gone and the world is a sadder place for the loss of an honest rat who had a better nature than a good many human beings I have come across. Goodbye Cyclops old friend, you'll be missed.
AuthorTom Flemons. Archives
December 2011
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