Moonshine Swails, 2004-2010
She found us by falling into our window well one October morning in 2004. At first I wanted to find her a different home--we already had three cats--but I didn't try that hard. At her heaviest she weighed just over six pounds; I called her my petite kitty. A lady that held her own in a house full of twelve-pound cats, she never jumped onto tables or begged for people food or peed outside the box. We sometimes called her "Tripod" because she stood on three legs when she scratched an itch. Today she succumbed to renal failure.
I miss her.