OK occasionally he would still do something like this. That bone was supposed to be for one of the dogs, I think, but the dogs won't argue with the cats if the cats want something, because the cats have much stronger opinions than my dogs and also the dogs know they have really pointy claws. Not that Footie would have bopped a dog. Footie was a peaceable type, unless severely provoked.
Despite his unfortunate prenatal experience, Footie was a cat who always had a strange love of dogs. Even before we had dogs, when we lived in Cheshire, he would go out and meet random dogs in the street and see if they wanted to be friends. He spent a lot of time snuggling with Rosie the last couple of years.
I have some more photos of Footie in earlier days before he was old and tired, but they are on a hard disk I can't get into at the moment. I'll see if I can find them later.
We buried him in the garden this morning, in the sunny spot under the edge of the bushes at the edge of the lawn that he particularly liked to lurk in in his younger days.