Goodbye Morrissey

I had to say goodbye to a good friend on Monday. My cat Morrissey, the one on the right in the picture, slipped off a banister down the stairs and broke his upper left rear leg. The break was severe and required expensive surgery. We reluctantly decided to put him to sleep. I already miss his morning wake-up calls by clawing my pillow, the constant feeding (he loved dog food more than his own), the rolling around in the catnip, and of course the loud purring. His first birthday would have been in August. Thanks for the memories, buddy, although I wish we had many more.