Seven years ago today I lost Grey Kitty, patron cat of this blog. She was 15 3/4 years old and had been sick with apparent lymphoma for several months. One unfortunate thing about adopting a stray is that her birthdate remains a secret (best guess: somewhere in early April 1985) and so the only solid date for commemoration is the day of her death. It makes me sad to think of those last weeks, so instead I'll just post a picture of her taken in her prime, circa 1997.
Grey Kitty was sweet, bitchy, affectionate, neurotic, snuggly, funny, clumsy, and very very prone to hairballs. In other words - a truly excellent cat.