Ode to a Damn Fine cat.

[grafficane]

He would quietly creep up to you and rub his side against your leg, step between and rub up against your other leg. He was out to steal your heart. He usually won. His name was Bandit

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[deafscribe]

That was inspirational!

Mind if I crib some of that when I write your eulogy?

[grafficane]

Sure, go ahead. We buried him yesterday and a couple of ceramic kittens adorn his grave. That spot, in our backyard, will henceforth be referred to as "Bandit's Corner". I let myself have a little cry last night as I checked the grave last night to see what Sue and Tyler did in burying him. I dug the grave and then had to go to work. I think it was Sue's idea for the ceramic kitties. And there, they'll stay.

[grafficane]

Two years later, the ceramic kitties are still there.