I was only 22 and living in a shoebox in a ski town with my then girlfriend and other cat when we got slayer. My boss at the time took in a Bengal from a women who thought she could breed them. The male got out and hit my a car and she was so devastated she gave up on the idea. Turns out the female was pregnant. So to help out we took one of the kittens. Flash forward and she moved 7 seven times, starting high in the mountains and ending on the shore of lake superior. My little chicken flock guard, chasing away any other cats and several dogs even.

You were smart enough to use the toilet but never willing to be trained in any fashion, a wild animal trapped in house cat’s body. I will miss you forever, you were there for pretty much every milestone of my adult life. Through all the hardship and vast changes you we a constant. Goodbye old friend.