ice President Mike Pence and family's 16-year-old cat, Pickle, has died.
The Pences rescued Pickle more than 10 years ago, and she made the journey to Washington, D.C. with them in January.
Karen Pence announced the passing of Pickle on the morning of Thursday, December 7 via Twitter:
22 Words has received an exclusive letter written by Pickle, the Pence family’s dead cat, to the Cat God, Garfield (yes, that Garfield). It is her plea to be accepted into Cat Heaven, a.k.a. the Big Alley in the Sky, and it’s quite telling.
You probably heard that I, the Pence family cat Pickle, have died. I’m writing to submit my plea for entrance to the Big Alley in the Sky, the Furry Gates, Windowsill Paradise… to Cat Heaven.
I am the third Pence family pet to kick the bucket in 14 months. Fellow feline Oreo went first back in June. Then, two weeks before the presidential election, our canine brother Maverick left this Earth.
If three pet deaths in a little over a year seem like a lot, that’s because it is. We’d all just had enough and decided it was time to go. (That is, all of us except for Marlon Bundo, the Pences’ rabbit. Fame has really gone to his head.)
But the rest of the Pence pets and I, well, we had gotten to the point where we’d rather be dead than be associated with Mike Pence anymore. I’m sure you can understand.
Some think cats are moody are bad-natured, and we are, but let me be clear: We got nothing on the Vice President. He’s the worst. Evil, even. And that’s coming from a cat.
In fact, Mike Pence was such a pain to live with that right after the election, I decided to end it once and for all. I threw myself off the roof of our home, but I just landed on my feet.