Susan Senator

A dear little feline friend is gone. I just wanted to post this, in his honor. And, of course, my own ineffectual way of thanking Sonny and Don for touching our lives, even for just two days. Don had lent Sonny to us, to see if my stupid allergies could tolerate a cat, and also, to see what the boys thought. The boys loved him in their own ways, and I just fell completely in love. I got no sleep that night, having moved to the couch to keep him from waking up Ned, with his 3 a.m. Motor Purries and Face Sniffies.

What a cat. He made fast friends with Ben — Ben! and my parents, who were visiting that day.

Oh, oh, oh. Apparently Sonny has not been around for weeks. I weep for Don and his family. I thank them for letting us delight in Sonny and I, for one, will miss him. As Don said, (and I’m paraphrasing because I’m too pre-coffee to look it up again) “Raise a can of Friskies to old Sonny, but try not to smell the stuff because it could make a billy goat gag.”