I had to say goodbye to my baby boy today. My eighteen year-old baby boy.
I got him on Christmas when I was six years old, and creatively named him Tiger. He never responded to that name – his real name was, “kitty, kitty, kitty…”
He was a little punk as a kitten.
But he mellowed out with age.
And became the laziest, sweetest cat I’ve ever known.
Excepting a few hissy fits.
I miss my little boy. Rest in peace, love.