tribute

it is always sad when a pet dies... but it is even sadder when that pet was as cute as this...

my sister traci's cat...

paul buttons quick

okay, i don't think his middle name was actually buttons, but traci, if you want to do a posthumous modification, feel free...


traci memorializes him best in her email so i will reprint it here, altering only a small swear word paul apparently used repeatedly (i alter it only because there's a chance grandparents and small cousins may at some point read this and well, i guess the grandparents can handle it... it's really the cousins i worry about).

anywho, here is the obituary:

After over six years of telling vets who predicted his impending demise 
to "#$*@ off," Paul finally decided enough is enough.  He (in Steph's 
words) "bowed out gracefully" early this morning.  Paul had a good long 
life, battling early on with a few mental demons (which caused him to 
pee on my pillows and newly-washed clothes) to become one of the 
sweetest (if not always the healthiest) kitties around.  Paul will be 
much missed!
He is survived by his big fat orange companion of 11 years, Mory J. Cat 
(a.k.a. Fatty Pants 2006), who, in his moment of despair early this 
morning, threw up on my bed.
Raise a glass to Paul (I think he would've enjoyed a gin and tonic)!