How sweet of you keberoxu to honour Spirit/Sam/MickeyPickey in this way!
I'm trying hard to remember all the funny and nice things he used to do, rather than grieve his passing.
Before he became so old and poorly, he was an absolute terror. Even the lady who came to our door to give us the sad news told me that Sam had badly bitten her husband's hand (they're just neighbours, not the owners!) and tried to get his paws on the two budgerigars in a cage in another elderly lady's house.
At first he was rather savage towards our remaining three Siamese, but gradually he and they accepted eachother, and when only SmokeyPokey remained, they'd sit close together on The Bench and smile at eachother.
When he hurtled through our bedroom window during the night a couple of years ago we nearly had heart attacks!
I'll never forget him, and I love that Glasgow song you reminded me of keberoxu, about the exploits of Sam the Skull!
He's probably now bitten all the angels and weed on their harps. But SmokeyPokey will be overjoyed to see him again up there in cat heaven.