It is with a heavy heart that we announce the tragic passing of Hobbes, one of the cats that owned Pete and his wife Kym. Our then-bassist writes this:

"If you ever came to our house in the last ten to twelve years, you almost certainly would have met this big, daft, lovable bundle of ginger fur that we called Hobbes.

Unfortunately we had him put down this morning (Tuesday) after he was taken ill in the small hours of Sunday morning. Tabitha is already looking for something else to beat up!!

Just a few pics of him doing what he did, from such a tiny little thing to a big cat (!) packing himself in your bag when you're going away, catching some rays!"

I can confirm that Hobbes was indeed a loveable great lump whose presence was always welcome at early Litre practices which happened in Pete's spare room.

RIP Hobbes.