He was a runt, abandoned on the semi-truck frontage road where I worked.
Had to have most of his teeth removed in the first year.
Became healthy and strong.
With me through seventeen years.
Giant wafting butterscotch fan of a tail.
Good or bad day, he would crawl up in my shoulder every night, squeeze himself comfortable and purr.
So many things I could write, but he was The Best Kitty Ever.
Fine this morning, then bleeding; had to put him to sleep this afternoon.
Sweet Goodnight Mr. K.
Best Cat Ever.
Might be no funny stuff for a day or two.
He was also my Editor.
I am Laslo.