29 March 2004 - 31 December 2019
Mr D, Captain Diddles, who had the roughest, raspiest tongue in the whole world and loved to give licks and bite your nose if you dared to ignore him.
Never put an empty bag or a box down or you'd find Dennis curled up in there.
On a good weather day he'd be sat on the wall outside, getting strokes from anyone who passed the house. He'd come to greet you as you walked down the lane, tail in the air and the tip curled over to form a question mark while meowing loudly to make sure you'd seen him.
And when you stroked him he'd stick out his little pink tongue and purr away, then shake his head spraying you with slobber!
