Just a few weeks after she was declared the oldest living cat alive by Guinness World Records, 24-year-old (114-year-old in human years) Poppy of England has floated up to heaven where she’s biting at the ears of angels and rolling around in KFC. Poppy’s human Jacqui West tells Guinness that she died last Friday after dealing with a shitty leg problem and a water infection.
When Poppy got the world’s oldest living pussy title (not to be confused with the title of “world’s oldest and hardest working pussy” which belongs to Great Granny McCool’s cub-devouring chocha) last month, Jacqui said that she was already moseying around the door to heaven’s waiting room. Poppy was blind, deaf, biting at the other animals, her fur was as raggedy as Hugh Jackman’s in Les Miserables, she couldn’t walk too good, she was meowing for everything and she perfected the “over this shit” face. But Jacqui and her family still have the sads in a major way. Jacqui told Metro UK:
“We knew she was old but it’s still very upsetting. She had a bad week last week. She was on antibiotics on the Wednesday because of a water infection and her back legs just seemed to let her down. She wasn’t herself at all. She passed away on Friday at 3.30pm. I had spent the whole day with her as she was particularly poorly. It’s great she managed to get the World Record beforehand, it’s almost like she was purposely hanging in there because the process took months.”
In what I’m sure is just a coincidence, Poppy died just two days before the world’s living man Dr. Alexander Imich died at the age of 111 in NYC. Dr. Imich was named the world’s oldest living man just a month ago. So I guess the sloppy wet kiss of death is being named the oldest living anything and the next oldest living cat and man alive will tell Guinness, “No, I’m good, keep your little title.”
Rest in peace, Poppy.