Eric and I were talking about Sweetloaf the other day and how surprising it is that the absence of one quiet, kind of dopey animal makes the house feel empty and so much less fun. I thought it might make us feel better to round up our favorite stories and pictures about him and put them in one place.
Confronted with the evidence in list form, I have to say that Loafy really wasn't a very bright cat. (Confronted with the evidence on my hard drive, I also have to accept that I've become a person who takes way too many pictures of her pets. Hey, I'm not ashamed.)
In his three years with us, Sweetloaf:
Ran into the fence; ran into the street; hissed at the dirt
Crapped all over the carpet right before Christmas
Was briefly startled by a toy helicopter
Was simultaneously terrified and unimpressed by a Mr. Machine
Made friends with a landscape rock
Avoided getting treated for fleas by hiding in all sorts of places
Dammit, I miss my cat.