Goodnight Boris

[eeyore_sings]

Yesterday we lost our middle baby Boris, the no-neck Russian mafia cat. He was just over 4 years old. He would only let you love him on his terms. He definitely did not like to be held, but he loved to stretch out on your right leg. He would watch Art play computer games and bitch at the screen if something popped up that scared him. He is the main one that ripped our cat tree to shreds, and made the spots on the couch worse. He never really "played," preferring a more rough-and-tumble tackle approach. He talked in pherps, so we gave him the nickname Pherpinkat.

I love you, baby boy. I know you understand.

I also want to say I have some of the most incredible family & friends. Thank you all.