So talking to my Father last night, about the "he died" issue, Mr McK was listening and interrupted, as John wasexplaining to me that I should say he melted, and that I can demonstrate melting with an icecube.
Mackay butted in and said to me that on the way back from the plupatoo (paddling pool, remember) yesterday, Nora twisted round in her buggy, looked at him and exclaimed "Nowman melted".
She got it. I will amend as necessary. Death can come later, when our supposedly elderly cat (she looks as healthy as a 7 year old if you ask me, but she's currently er... well, approximately 12) pops her clogs. since she never goes out, and as I've suggested, is a glossy coated and happily purring mouse catcher, I don't think she's in any danger of doing that until Noo's about 8.
Much to Mck's chagrin.