Last week, my dad had to put our black cat, Shades, to sleep after he was found in the backyard, paralyzed from the waist down because of a heart defect, or a stroke of some sort, quoth the veterinarian.
Rest in peace, Shades, you monstrous panther, you. Your incessant moodiness shall be dearly missed. I unfortunately don’t have an immediately accessible picture of the little rascal, but fret not, in the coming days I will certainly find one.
…And life goes on, perhaps sometimes too quickly.
Pictured above is my dad’s new cat, Cuddles, a name which is the direct result of giving a five year old the freedom (and responsibility) of naming a kitten. I will be lovingly referring to him as the Cuddlesdildocat, not that this name is particularly more masculine, but at least it has a ring to it.
