Indriði was—or is, if he still lives—my ex’s cat, and for a period of time we were stuck with each other. I didn’t mind, on the contrary, I was quite happy to have him around. When he felt like sticking around that is.
He had an ongoing flirtation with an older lady a couple of miles away who cooked fish for him, I guess her menu was more exciting than what I had to offer.
I don’t miss much since that time but I sure miss Indriði. A true inspiration he was.
Sorry about the flash.