Friday was a sad day. Miriam went out to feed the cats and our oldest cat, Moonbeam, had passed peacefully in his sleep.
He was very old. I am thinking 14 or 15. He was fat his entire life. So it wasn't a huge shock but it certainly was hard.
He had been slowing down but was still friendly and moving around well. No sign of illness, but maybe his heart just gave out.
He was a stray kitten along with his mother and a sibling, way way back. We kept him and found homes for his mother and sibling. He was incredibly friendly. Maybe because he was underfed as a kitten, he had a rapacious appetite and was overweight for most of his life.
One of our neighbors once said to Kevin (while pointing at Moonbeam), "I think your cat is pregnant."
Kevin said, "Well, there are two reasons why I don't think that is true. One, he is a boy. Two, he is fixed."
So long, sweet Moonbeam. You were a wonderful, wonderful cat and we miss you.
