Yesterday our 20 year old cat died. She was officially my son's cat but she lived with us for the last nearly four years. She was quirky and at first pretty anti-social, but after several months of adjustment she became very affectionate. Whenever she could, she would spend time in our laps or sleeping on us.
She argued with her drinking fountain, made loud outbursts in the middle of the night, shouted for us to come upstairs and keep her company, needed special food, and lot's of attention, including frequent cleaning of the aforementioned water fountain. However all this was an okay price to pay for her warm affection, her loud purring, and the appreciation she showed for any attention we gave her. Life is simpler and quieter around here. I do miss her.
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