Awww bless the wee mite! He munched his way through 30,000 mice and protected the precious whiskey for a cat-tastic 24 years.*
Must have been the fumes of the lovely stuff that kept him going for so long. The Water of Life Indeed.
Maybe they should hold a Cat Idol to find the replacement. I’d watch that.
*In Scotland they also use geese to protect the whiskey – they are far more effective than alarms when any intruders try their luck.