I rescued you when movie theaters full of people ignored your plight.
You were the best little cat. In your prime, snakes, birds, mice and voles were no match for your hunting prowess. Even thought we called you Coyote Bait for insisting on going outside when all the other neighborhood outside cats became snacks, you showed us all by roaming freely around your territory.
You were everything good in a cat, you even terrorized the dog for no particular reason. I loved how when you got older we called you ‘fireplace cat’ and we would light a fire so you could bask in the warmth.
I miss you terribly. Oh how I wish I could rub your little furry tummy one more time.
Goodbye, my feline friend.